|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Your Game
Contributed by
TypenLutschen
on
Tuesday, 13th May 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
|
This is no candyland
I can't see anything that reeks of less than failure
You breathe designer air
and In fake admiration i seem to want you
But why do you make me cross the line between
almost sane and manic madness?
Can't smile for you with broken teeth
Can't wave to you with withered hands
So call me with your corgan voice
And I'll come to you because with each roll
of the dice there comes chance to land in the Pink
and we both know I'll always take that gamble because you promise me youll be there.
In your eyes, you've already won the game.
Copyright ©
TypenLutschen
... [
2003-05-13 04:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Your Game
(User Rating: 1 ) by M on
Tuesday, 13th May 2003 @ 05:13:04 AM AEST (User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Very good poem. The last line especially. Well done. |
|
|
|