Write millions and millions of letters.
Lines and lines of words.
And yet.. Its meaningless.
Because you have no grace.
You write like its a chore.
To fill greedy hands.
And yet.. Their greed is meaningless.
Because your filling has no grace.
They feed off your bullshit images.
The stories of unexperienced things..
Things you could never feel or know.
Hate, depression, fear, uncareing..
You dont understand.
You never will.. I can call you what I want.
Because the words I choose are true.
And the truth in what I say,
is found in the smallest phrase.
You Have No - g r a c e -














Comments
hate who?
its an awsome poem to say the least
"Things you could never feel or know.
Hate, depression, fear, uncareing..
You dont understand. "
^ I like.... ^
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