Those who live by the pen die under the pain of cliches
Such's the price us Poets traded our souls to pay
In an attempt so futile to please, we instead irate
Longed to be understood yet we mislead so deliberate
In the lights so gay openly we brood
Haven't I said that we live to be misunderstood ?
4 comments:
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know... -Earnest Hemingway-
Thank you, Raizzen. This is very beautiful :')
Longed to be understood yet we mislead so deliberate
hear hear!
Thanks Ida :")
Zu, shattap. And how the hell did you end up here btw ?
Rahsia. teehee
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