Poetry night

Alive

 

I drop.

I cry.

I break.

But I wouldn't do it over 

Any different.

Because 

It's these things 

That remind us that 

We are still alive.

Blue

I fear your words

For they are true

I have taken my life 

And painted it blue 

Time

It's sad 

Really 

Truly 

We are fools

We are puppets 

To a thing we call time

We spend all our lives 

Trying to control others 

When we have no control 

Over ourselves.

And time has control over all.

I hope you enjoy those I wrote them as a sad attempt to be like a poet.

Lil red