| Current mood: |  annoyed |
| Current music: | "Forgive" - Sarah McLaughlin |
some poem i just wrote.
the story of something that doesn't make sense
it's a useless feeling,
with useless consequences
when learning how to face the facts
even what seems relevant is not
it's pointless to dream of things
that could never be
and hope and aspire for unspoken desires
it could never be how it is
in the movies
or in the books
so i'd write my own
and it'd go how i wanted it to
perfection wouldn't be so hard to accomplish
happiness would be easily attainable
unlike these times when some things just don't
make sense -
and perhaps they never will.
because as useless as it all may seem,
the story has a point
and every book has an ending
and all throughout, the plot unfolds
she rises
and she falls again
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