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A Messy Marsh Won’t Quit its filthiness
Quiet down the insane mindset of giving up so easily
I’m upset with this frown, full-grown and immature
I will endure if you’d let me be free for an eternity
I regret not loving you all the way — I was your cure
I’m sorry
I feel so weary
I am in tears
For many years
I quit
You’re a bit
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
You haven’t found the key to my corridor of childlike cleverness
You haven’t seen the diamond shimmer in the moonlight yet
You don’t care that I suffer long and I feel like departing from this wretchedness
You pained my heart and tore it apart — not all mental bridges have met
I’m sorry
I feel so weary
I am in tears
For many years
I quit
You’re a bit
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
I’m sorry
I feel so weary
I am in tears
For many years
I quit
You’re a bit
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
I know you’re making some sort of progress
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
You made me suffocate and drown in my distress
Yes — I quit
I’m sorry a bit
I have so much wit
I’m just emotionally lit
Get rid of this feeling of…
Long lost love from above
I am a rather wingless dove
In the world of ravens, soaring gleefully
Yet, oh so darksome in its intensity
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
Mend my mournful cheer
It’s been many a year
Since I shedded these tears
As it appears, you let me down with childish fears
I’m sore to the core…
You don’t love me anymore
However, I got over it
I’m not sorry, I quit
Copyright ©
J.W. Earnings
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