I'm tired of you, you're tired of me
Faking smiles isn't hard you see?
Follow me and I'll set you free,
I know you want to get high with me
We will forget the world
And sore the skies,
I hope you don't see through my lies
I'm tired of you, you're tired of me
Faking smiles isn't hard you see?
As our trip ends
And our souls have been sold,
We can't wait till we get old
Hidden away deep inside,
maybe you've ridden this ride.
Born to die, no hope on my side,
I want to commit suicide.
-V.S.
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A good start with a nice poem, Vincent. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.