End of the Show


Lonely is my feeling
Hurt is my soul
My thoughts have submerged me in all things I know
How do you escape the thoughts of the mind
When the uncertainty leaves you ever blind?
Void stares into nothing,

feeling like the same
I don't know how much more I can take,

of this game
Love is what it is
At least that's what they say
But it's more like some theatrical play
Well I don't want to act anymore, the curtains must close
There will be no more
love hate shows!
This is the end, I bid you adu
Never again shall I see you
There will be no second calls nor sequels
Curtsy to our play
To you have nothing more to say

2 comments:

Well alright Ms. Bahama...Nice poems girl..

May 27, 2008 at 9:30 AM  

thank ya drock

May 27, 2008 at 10:00 AM