You cant wash away
The stains of yesterday
Will you go, or will you stay?
Cause I cant seem to make anything okay
The point is gone
The meaning lost
I should, you could change
But at what cost?
Cant move on, cant accept
What's done, is done
Cant wipe away the filth
Left by every one
You look to the future
With eyes blinded by the past
You cant see in darkness
Better make the transistion fast
I'm half empty
Or am I half full?
It's all the same to me
But news to you
Am I changing for the better?
Or am I slowly turning worse?
My self deprecations
Surely my biggest curse
Nothings what it used to be
It's all gone up in smoke
I even used to be a poet
And now I'm just a joke.
Author notes
It's been a long time.
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Comments
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this is sad but i can feel the honesty and emotion in it. it's a great write but unfortunatly to get a good write out like this is has to hurt first =[
keep up the good work <3
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It's about dang friggin' time you put a new piece on here Mira!! I loved the raw intensity of emotions in this...and the rhyme scheme was once again amazing, I love reading your work, and I think you sold yourself short with the last line saying you used to be a poet and now you're a joke, I certainly don't see that...you are always a poet regardless of how long it's been since you last penned something, I think it is a big part of who you are, I know it is me...sometimes we let it slide for a while but we always come back...and I am glad you did for this, it's nice to see you back on here
~BCE~
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wow
I really like this, I don't know why but when I read this I was rapping the last 8 lines 
this is a very raw poem and it really hits hard. Those last four lines are excellent and a perfect ending for this well done
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