-
I don't understand you
Always talk in riddles,
You don't take a side
You're always in the middle.
You live in a death trap (That's a joke. Harlequin is death.)
I don't understand that
You don't seem to notice
What your life is like.
You come and you go.
And you leave after the show.
You're not an actor
You direct the play
In the drama of life,
Every day.
Who will die
And who will live?
Who will take
And who will give?
You haunt me!
Your image impressed onto the back of my eye.
You're everywhere!
Around the street corners and down the back alleys, oh my!
"My darling,
There's no need for you to ever run out of time."
Oh my God!
He wants me to be his new Columbine!
Here is where it stops. So like I said, give me any suggestions on how to end it, and if anyone cares, I'll let you know when and if I finish it! Remember, constructive critiscism never hurt anyone unless they were very egotistical! Which I'm not, by the way.
- by Cassie Rigby |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/21/2009 |
- Skip
- Title: Harlequinade
- Artist: Cassie Rigby
- Description: Another poem from the bus! Wonderfull things, buses. Well, it isn't finished, so if you have any suggestions to help finish it, do tell! Well it's written about, well, Harley Quin! If you like Agatha Chritie, you probably know what I'm talking about. But yes, it was just a random thing I came up with while the guy behind me was annoying me to death by humming out of key!
- Date: 06/21/2009
- Tags: harlequinade
- Report Post
Comments (1 Comments)
- Cassie Rigby - 06/21/2009
- If you're going to hum, hum tunefully!
- Report As Spam