a little sad a little forgotten, feeling a little more trodden. speaking clearly through the fog, is making me seem a frog. how so is this? it's all backwards, no, not me. a smile and a tear, this is all i wanted and everything i feared. I'm good, you see? it's a lot of differences that led me. did i make sense? or just a ribet? please tell me, and don't fret or fidget. I'm rhyming now and i can't help it. this day is over, I'm done with it. the sun has set, sleep will come soon. the one part of my fairytale doesn't fit, I'm not supposed to have a happy ending; instead i think I'll just quit. there my writing is finished and so am I all i have to do is say "goodbye." I'm sadder now than i was before; I'm feeling like I'm locking a door. i toss the key and force a smile, it all will get better...in a while.... |
Submission Name: My day is done.
