Tuesday, February 27, 2007
* 6:50 PM
Its hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic
It makes no sense at all
I'm ripe with things to say
the words rot and fall away
If a stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day
The anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for seven years
Rather then fix the problem
They never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them everyday
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants
And its what she wants
Then why's there so much pain?
*I get up, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing.