Literature
Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse Poem
Yeah I'm an artist...
Maybe thats why,
I cry so much,
Maybe thats why,
I don't want,
To breathe so much,
But thats okay,
Cause don't we die young?
Maybe that'll make it easier,
To take myself away...
Maybe it'll make it easier,
To fill my lungs with paint,
Instead of air
Maybe it'll make it,
That much harder to,
Erase my existence,
From this universe,
Cause paint stains are,
Very hard to remove
And glitter is,
Very hard to clean
And lipstick marks are,
Very hard to forget...
So I'll take it all in,
The paint,
And the glitter,
And the lipstick
And it'll be okay,
Cause don't we die young...
Anyway?