I'm too tired to say a whole lot more. When I'm tired I sometimes write some stuff down. So here:
I Was Mistaken
I question you.
You yell at me.
I wonder what went wrong.
I've said some things I never meant,
and you were quick to hate.
You hate because your buddies do,
You hate because of fear.
You all just like to hide
Within that smoky haze.
I wanted love
And in it's place
Found that deceptive air.
We both gave in as we grew tired.
I knew that it was wrong.
We ceased to share a single thing,
And all we bred was hate.
I tried to make amends one day,
Long after we last met,
And you were there to simply shrug
And walk the other way.
Posted by Maleta at 12:46 a.m.