While the colours run off the page Poem, by Edthepoet, at My poetic side

Didn't anybody tell you

Didn't anyone make you see

Well It's a hell of a time to decide

Who the hell you're supposed to be.

If all you do is for tomorrow

Then you're not living in today

And if all your pain is wasted

You'll have nothing

New to say..

Wouldn't anybody love you

Wouldn't anyone set you free

For heavens sake it's time to decide

What in heavens name this all means

If all you do is fear the ending

Then all you end up with is fear

And if all your tears are wasted

You'll have nothing

Thats sincere..

You say that you don't need this

Sweet little Mary Jane

You say that you don't need it

So little truth in what you say

You think nobodies watching

But I caught you yesterday

Trying to make sense of this image

While the colours run off the page

Maybe you'll see it better

When you get out of your own way

Comments +

Nicholas Browning November 26th, 2021 10:24
I'm not even gonna lie this is fantastic. A job well done to you good sir.
spilleronsheet November 26th, 2021 10:28
Great words dear poet
It sure is mustering up courage and let go the fear within

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