at the end of the tunnel is a light that shines maybe too bright i regret nothing and admit to none like a vampire burning in the morning sun i try too hard and i die, i don't know why trusted too much, told a lot of lies in the end of my turn, i guess i never learn watch my game and my life flow and then churn in the end now, it doesn't even matter a substance roughly pancake batter all i know is that time is something i don't have life a thing that i now have to grab in the end of time, i don't know why don corleone was the fucking guy everyone run, out of the fun my song is over my life is done and my boyfriends a hustler, with time too much lies and innocense and bullshit as such all i ever wanted was love, instead i found hate running through the world like enemy of the state sharing the laughter and sharing the fate to feel like my head was harder than slate as i realize what happened i lie im ready now, and i begin to cry finish typing, press play and then send it didn't even matter, in the fucking end
Reason for writing:
linkin park.
Birth sign: Aries
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