I wrote this monday, after learning some newz, but MT was down and it was just sittin around my PC afterwards... I don't usually write this, but at the time I had ample inspiration...
I wanted to modify this to make it more clever, but I think that it's fine the way it is - even though this is probably the fastest one I came up with, so here ya go:
as the tears run down my face,
nothing satisfies my taste,
everything is blant,
I feel disgraced.
mourning in the morning,
cannot help the yearning,
another fate fell through,
escape impossible to prove.
how can it be,
what made it so,
why does it make,
an everlasting blow.
a poem's impact,
does not compare,
to the feeling so grand
it does not dare
lemme know what it means to ya...
