What a life which is full of tears
What a life with songs so weird
What a life with hull and heek
What a life with slums and sleek
Sometimes its about the boughs
Sometimes its all chaos
Sometimes a lot of love
Sometimes all abhor
It is a Sullen Life..
It pains and prick at heart
Gives lots of affliction
This Sullen life
Is all about fiction
Circumstances may change
But not the consequence
This is what a sullen life
Which is based on pre-possession
All I ask and forseek
Is for a resolution
To all the fake possiblities
And all the preposition.
A SULLEN LIFE..........
What a life with songs so weird
What a life with hull and heek
What a life with slums and sleek
Sometimes its about the boughs
Sometimes its all chaos
Sometimes a lot of love
Sometimes all abhor
It is a Sullen Life..
It pains and prick at heart
Gives lots of affliction
This Sullen life
Is all about fiction
Circumstances may change
But not the consequence
This is what a sullen life
Which is based on pre-possession
All I ask and forseek
Is for a resolution
To all the fake possiblities
And all the preposition.
A SULLEN LIFE..........
2 comments:
What was there on your mind while writing this poem?
Hi Anon,
Nothing much, was just disappointed with oneself and therefore this poem came out of my conscious.
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