Am definitely going to end up
reckless, cold and heartless
I lost it, believe me i did,
even i cannot save me from me.
This is no poem
Its a broken man with lonliness
for a friend.
Emotions they say walk in pairs
But most times am closer to tears
Than smiles, happiness is spared
By sadness, grief; what a thief.
This pages i write
Liquid walk half
Of it, my ink threads in between
each line leaving emotions
Unsaid to be read.
Hurtful bliss
Depressing miss
Painful kiss
This is my life please read
Dont feel for me just read and hiss,
Even my tears mock my lips.
*Sir. Tomisin Eshton*