Family things, god do I hate that. Why can't we all just get allong?
A painting turned to stone.
So you walked away?
Not a care in the world, not a thing to wonder about.
Because if you can’t see it
It’s not there, right?
A painting turned to stone,
When you leave our home,
Time stops for a moment,
Until you return.
It doesn’t disappear,
It just waits.
Not showing a tear,
It just waits.
When your walk through the gates,
It slowly starts to move,
As if you never left.
Her world is floating around you,
But don’t be stupid,
To not see it through,
That everything you’ve worked for.
Can be gone is just a moment,
That everything you’ve work for.
Can vanish in an hour,
Even upon your return.
So, stop you selfish route
And take the detour back to her
Because she deserves whatever you can give
For all pain she has suffered
For the fucking problems you’ve caused
Get your head straighten out.
Fool.
strong, dramatic and lines that appeal to one's innermost self...A great poem, Lunar.
The poem is good
Thanks Raj and Obed :o)