Monday, November 5, 2012

Poetry

Everyone loves playing the villain right?


More and more I feel like the villain
A disease for which there is no penicillin
An effervescent surface of cruel intentions
Stretched to breaking points of tensions.
I need to change before my tongue becomes serpentine
I'll reinvent myself with shots of turpentine
I'll paint myself across a canvas and grow
"Coffee with me?" Always ends in no
I don't know what the problem with that sentence could be.
Is it the "coffee" or is it the "me?"
A diet of frustration, fear and doubt
All for a goal to come about.

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