Rap for Fun after class

Rap for Fun after class

A Poem by Serenity

It doesn't matter how I feel

Try and tell me that this pain isn't real

I try and hide

But everywhere I see everyone can see inside of me

I'm an open book

But everyone can see right through me with just one look

I'm getting so exasperated

Am I really all that complicated

My hearts beating fast

And I know this isn't going to last

But please someone tell me that it's not all in the past

That somehow there's hope in this world of shame

That things won't always be the same

That someone will remember my name

That when it's all through

It'll still be me and you

Closer than most

Tighter than toast

Filled with so much love that I'm bound to boast

That I'm bound to burst

And then someones going to have to drive me away in a hurse

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Serenity


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It is good to be a open book in life. One thing which I really liked is that a darkness is reflective in your writing. Do not lose hope ever......

Posted 10 Years Ago


Damn, in a lot of ways this is so tragic, but loving.. Maybe I don't have that brain power for it, but this was deep.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is well done. I think the last word is hearse....sorry to be critical.

You are a fine poet though. I do not have that ability i am afraid.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Serenity

11 Years Ago

lol no being critical is perfectly fine I want people to be critical, especially about my spelling

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Added on September 26, 2012
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Hey im lively yet dark, i can write happy but i usually write sad and morbidly depressing. I Love to read and write, especially poetry. I Love Dark And Tragic Stories. I Am A Hopless Romanic. and Musi.. more..

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