PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The light inside this box is shining so dimly

But damn, it’s still burning bright enough to be seen

Through the skin that the thorn dug into

But damn, it’s holding in the bleeding

So I guess I shouldn’t complain



You can’t tell me you didn’t intend to hit your target

So it must be hard seeing me still here hanging on



Nothing comes close to the sun

Nothing in life is ever free

And nothing in this life is ever sure

Except for the fact you will be forgotten



The weather is turning bitterly fast

But damn, it’s keeping these situations new

On the tip of the toe of consequence

But damn, it’s keeping my mind off of you

So I guess I shouldn’t complain



Nothing in life is free

Nothing in life is gained