honestly,
idk what im doing
im not a poet
nor a genius...
SIKE
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Gotcha!!!!!!!!!
anyways
drumroll please.
...
...
hello?
y'know what?
forget the drumroll...
Fredrick Mitchell's brand new poem...
IDFK
i, don't know...
where to go.
i, forgot,
my way home.
i worked hard, and my brain is mush,
guess i'll black out and faint in a bush.
today was the last day 'til my quota.
my deadline is due,
to bring my poem to you!
i'm tired, and forgot
how to spell the word shew
the thing you put on your foot.
i found my way home,
using google maps
this stupid siri voice, is giving me the craps,
my day has been ruined,
and my day is soon end,
just listen to this voice
"turn down at the bend."
it thinks im driving,
im walking...
this deadpan poem
is getting boring.
and like an old man, im already snoring
i sleepily unlock my door...
and...
my key broke.
FOR FU-
...
ahem,
im too tired for this...
*beep, beep! beep, beep!*
"hey, Frank... can i go to your place. my key broke... again."
...
"yes, i know its the middle of the night."
...
"and i know your on a date."
...
"i've got a key to your house. bye!"
screw my life.
Tears are falling from my eyes,
as I sit and cry at night.
blood is dripping from my heart,
as I try to write.
I have so much pain,
I'm hurt a lot,
I can't explain all this,
I'm just falling apart.
no one understands,
I don't know where to start
and I don't know where to end.
love hurts so much,
like a thousand stabbing knives,
especially when you have all this pain,
that you wish you could deny.
I'm so sore right now,
my heart is racing fast,
I wish I could forget all this,
and leave it in the past.
but there will always be a memory,
a memory of us both,
how we both loved each other,
and in my heart I'll hold.
I will always hold this memory
even though you won't care,
and the scar you left in my heart
will always be there.
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