The one time I want to see
I trip and fall so deep
Hanging on each rock
To climb my way up there,
...
the rose fell...petals scattered on the floor
leaving this torturing smell...your smell.
i thought i can take it,
but truth is..i can't.
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just a loud teenager, facing a lot of troubles.finding peace in writing poems and sometimes short stories.)
The Hole
The one time I want to see
I trip and fall so deep
Hanging on each rock
To climb my way up there,
Up there where no body cared
So why should I send a flair? !
I got my painful share,
And so will everyone get it soon
Whenever I pass a hole
I poke inside to see if someone is there
But I found no one
The one time I didn’t look down
There was one.
I didn’t know…I screamed aloud
Same place...Same whole
When I got there it was too late.
And then I saw what was on the wall
“I know that I will never get out of here except maybe when I am dead…here is the thing I am not going to wait till I am dead so bury me here”