Topic: Title? I'm still working on it.
I may come back to continue revising it. I find this poem very unorthodox, but it very much describes my mood at the time. I tried to make it scatterbrained, and that's something I want to keep. I would really like to know what anyone might think this poem means. I know exactly what it means to me. I just want to see if it relates.
Screw up.
fix it.
Shut up.
Say something.
But you can't win
fights All but lost
apologies made
all is said and done
Nothings left to gain.
Saying that there's love?
no other soul had so much faith
the love you wished we had
The dreams that brought you pain.
The sight of someone sweet
and the sight of something beautiful...
feeling so inclined to disagree
never chance saying goodbye
So the story goes.
But You can't let go
Screw up.
Shut up.
Fix it.
There is beauty
and its not me
Always ever lost.
Simply there to lose.