Only Time

you do not de and serve me
not my face and not my knee
you do not understand me
I am more than just a flea

you see my eyes and not my mind
you are still running and blind
you’re not my friend, a Feind
you’re rude, you’re damned, unkind

what’s in my head, a brain
and in your head’s a chain
I also love and Bane
and not just bats on batman lane

I am not insane

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A single tear

You don’t ever know

what it’s like

to feel all alone

on your own

 

You don’t ever see

how people have to be

crying in their rooms

lying on the stones

 

You don’t ever hear

sounds of silence,

sounds of fear

______

You don’t ever look

through my eyes, a single tear

seasons

What can I write for January
maybe same as, well, for February ?
and then there will be March
sounding same as large
and what about the April
rhyming with a big hill
silly poem about May
nothing here to say
and in the middle of the June
can we light a little lune ?
or later in July
we will all get high
but first forget the August
not, of course, we’re all just
waiting for September
my name is not like Amber
and after the October
November won’t be over
but here there is a cut
for making myself shut
but we forgot the last one
December will not be gone

this is fucking stupid but maybe worth a mention