Fogive me...

So now I'm not going to write about my daily exploits in life. I've decided to let it all out. All my past conflicts, all those tearful struggles. Call me a sell-out for doing this. I can't be bothered. Maybe I'm not ready to be brutally honest. But it has to start somewhere, someday, somehow. It is here, now, and by doing these blogs. It may shred me piece by piece but I hope it's the best 'investment' I've ever partake in. So here goes. Let those tailored tragedy heartbreaks in...

Kidney Garden

Can’t I just wait ‘till tomorrow,
I knew I saw that one coming,
I guess forever just wasn’t enough,
It seems alright with your fraud thought though……

This is just another reminiscent of myself,
Clinging onto anything that’s willing to,
Will this endless endeavor end soon enough ?
How redundant of me to claim so…

That kidney garden is kidding me…
Again and again as you can see…
Hope you’re pleased that you’ve once kept an ever delaying promise…

Take a permanent break and do us a small favor,
Then only can you accuse me of being sour,
Wasn’t that tailored tragedy sweet enough ?,
Why weren’t you happy and start a slumber party laugh ?