the time before you is all
the time you got
and theres nothing between that
believe it or not
i work twelve hours and i
just slept for three
theres nothing to say in these things
at least not for me
so i wake up and i decide that this
day does not matter
should i go to work or write a poem
i decided on the latter
i write this poem, can you believe it
came straight from the heart
though its not for me, i wrote it to have
you tear it apart
so please dont tell me that this
poem is at all good
or leave any good responses as
you normally would
we all need someone to lean on
this time make it me
i wrote this today for all you to
take out your animosity