Give
It
Up.
BANG.
It starts with one.
One sigh,
One notion,
One game.
It’s kept alive by factors of yes and no.
More yes than anything.
None of it makes a shred of sense,
But then again
It doesn’t mater.
In the end,
It doesn’t even matter.
Author notes
Short.
Linkin Park graced my ears for a minute.
My eyes are killing me. I want to pop them out.
Comments
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well done
its a good poem with sweet way done... love this sog and hope you be in touch and comment more of my poems.... best of luck good poetess.... your's -
don't pop them out. if you do, i'll walk you into things.
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