Never

I feel sick

So,

I cry and tell

Myself you'll still

Be here,

Just somewhere else.

 

It'll be okay,

The future comes

So quickly

You can tell

Me what it's like.

 

But I can't believe it

Won't always be this

Way.

And I can't imagine

The future,

It's too near.

 

I feel selfish

For feeling

(Anything at all)

S**t like this,

It's you who's

Got to....

(Can't say it.)

 

I'm not too good at talking,

(And that would cost loads...)

But I'll write

(I learnt that awhile ago..)

 

And just so you know

You'll never be

One of those people.

Author's Note

xx

Reviews

[Lorraine]

With just a few editing here and there, I can actually imagine this a as cool, love song. The essence is there, I think the only thing lacking here is better word construction. It would have much more impact, and much more depth if more slashing words will be used. Even so, good job.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

Yes write Beartrice it is liberating...this one I sense soemone who is trapped so much that even the future is seen as a hindrance....This is very difficult....however your images are vivid ....great Beatrice. So much come out in this piece....let it out ...congratulations

[EMP]

this is gooood, this is very very good. I liked the subtle rhyme: "and that would cost loads, i learnt that a while ago" and I like the flow. and the subject. and everything. fantabulous beatrice mars, fantabulous.

[Cassidy Mask]

I don't like to presume but :') xxxxxxxxxx