Sometimes I try so hard
and everything just breaks apart,
as if things cannot get any worse.
Remember the story of King Midas’ curse:
whatever he touches turns into gold.
Well, mine turns into mold.
Wise men say: You reap what you sow.
Last time I checked, disappointment was all I know.
I’m sick of finding myself unveiling failure’s disguise.
I’m sick of the World watching my graceless demise.
So I ask myself why, why do I keep trying
when I know my dreams will end up dying?
The motivations that I’ve conjured up in my head
(my “bright future” and blah blah blah) will soon be dead.
In a matter of time, before the break of dawn
all my faith and hope will be going, going, gone.
To answer my question, I guess that’s how foolish I’m:
die trying for your love, is worth the reason and rhyme.
23 Feb 2010
2 comments:
Great jobbbb!!!! more more moreeee!!!!! :D
Hey! Didn't think you'd still visit my blog. I must say you're the most loyal visitor I've got! :D Anyway, thanks for the compliment! :)
FYI: The idea of the poem came out as a rap at first, then on second thought, writing it as a form of poetry is probably more appropriate.
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