I hate clichés
I sit prepared to pour out my thoughts
like the music of a fine tuned symphony.
But the same tired shit just pour from my head,
trickles down my arm and drips out my fingers.
Some days I am floating, dancing, flying,
captivated, enamored, and gleeful,
With glitter stars and moonlight, I glow
like candle light on a rose petal with your love.
Other days I am broken, crying, in despair,
bleeding, starving, wanting to die,
With broken wings I will drown,
in the river of shattered dreams you caused.
This is getting so old.
I know I have it in me to say my piece,
but someone pressed delete on my creativity.
My vocabulary seems to have gone on strike,
And I am so damn tired of negotiations.
You're my muse........
AMUSE ME!
Give me one good thing I can work with,
you know I dont speak mime.
I hate clichés |