Shaken into the polar activity,
mental medication, that these doctors provide.
When I talk to much, and cry enough,
you'll know I'm headed strait to the other side.
I'm not the person you asked me to be.
A little too honest than I should have been,
more or less the girl or woman.
Age difference? None, between 86 and ten.
I've been counting down this time I've been wasting,
My thoughts incredibly slow.
Listening to you tell me how much I've hurt you,
I think I would already know.
Don't tell me that you love me,
It's mostly just a lie.
Don't tell me that you hate me,
I don't have time for good-bye.
This imagination that I've conjured,
I sway back and fourth in the purple-blue.
You look at me like I'm crazy,
walk away, "I'm just passing though."
You've left me alone once or twice.
This is nothing that I don't remember.
"I don't love you, victoria,
You don't prove a proper lady, I just love her."
I'll remember you when I die,
See your face in the pond foam.
Every time I walk by,
I hear your whisper, "I'm coming home."
Author notes
Last night?
This is one of the very few writes that rhyme... I felt like trying at it...
Anything.
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i like it, its veeeeery good
victoria... i loved it! very very very good ^-^ -
this was great! I love it so much , Vic.
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Wow, this was great. The ending was superb. I would loose or rephrase "mental masturbation" because this is so unique and wonderful and that phrase has been used a million times. Great piece otherwise, very captivating
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thanks, I took your advice, and it makes a bit more sense that way too.
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This very good!
I LIKE THIS ALOT, IT HAS A INVOLVING STORY, THAT SURPRISE RHYMES! AND IT RHYMES WONDERFULLY!GOOD JOB!
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hah, thanks
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