tired of being what u want me to be
don't really know what your expecting of me
your holding to tight afraid to lose what you griped
i assure u that i am very well equipped
u keep counting minutes watching the pendulum swing
tyring to figure out how to make me a king
along our path you lost are loyalty
scheming up ways to make me royalty
i told u i would leave if i heard another lie
so this is were u tell your little prince goodbye
A contest entry
- Leaving by poetry is soul.
800 points, ended June 27, 26 entries
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This is excellent, however the improper english got to me a little bit. If you don't know what I mean, "u" instead of you. Also, you missed the e on goodbye and gripped has two p's Sorry, I am a spelling nazi at times. Oh and in the last line, it's where, not were and your in the second line should be you're. Apart from the spelling this is really well written
Chook.
(The flying piano's might squash me)
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