Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Mirroring Images
I've lived a few days
By mirroring your ways
And becoming a double of you.
Across the blue ruin,
Flies hopes of my own and
Dreams of petting your hand.
When I close out the rain,
And recognize pain,
I realize my neglected past
Of which I wanted to last.
So to you I turn,
All scathed and burned
And again I am turned away.
I want you to stay
With a tortured fool,
In hopes that you'll
See the right and wrong
Of which I write is gone.
So my failed few days
Of imitating your displays
Has gotten me nothing but turmoil.
So while my heart boils
Shall you stay for some time
Or is it a crime
To enjoy me as a friend instead
Of someone you want to see dead?
May 27, 2004
Suge
*Another failed attempt at rhyming. I know it's bad, just go ahead and tell me...
By mirroring your ways
And becoming a double of you.
Across the blue ruin,
Flies hopes of my own and
Dreams of petting your hand.
When I close out the rain,
And recognize pain,
I realize my neglected past
Of which I wanted to last.
So to you I turn,
All scathed and burned
And again I am turned away.
I want you to stay
With a tortured fool,
In hopes that you'll
See the right and wrong
Of which I write is gone.
So my failed few days
Of imitating your displays
Has gotten me nothing but turmoil.
So while my heart boils
Shall you stay for some time
Or is it a crime
To enjoy me as a friend instead
Of someone you want to see dead?
May 27, 2004
Suge
*Another failed attempt at rhyming. I know it's bad, just go ahead and tell me...
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Mirroring Images
Mirroring Images
