I saw the sunset, last night fall over a country, so green, and pale. In dreams it was green, the place where I lay in your arms and stare into the eyes that weren't mine. But I found, I cán't go on pretending, or see life just like a blurred dream. Nothing is real, and everything is a copy. Somethings in life, I can erease With a marker. If I want My mother yelling, the cigaret burning in my flesh The rose you picked with hurtfull thornes Are sadly, unereaseable And just too true.
i agree, i liked it, the way it was written it made me feel like i was wandering through the poem, it was a wierd feeling. Great work.
Is that accent on the a in cán't there on purpose? I am curious, what does it mean? Does it indicate the word should be pronounced a certain way?
Eh.. Lol. No It was actually a spellingmistake, I wasn't at my home when I wrote it, and the keyboard was really freaky so... But yea,in a way, you could put an accent on there. Cause you really cant. Or something like that. Btw. Thanks for all your comments. really sweet. :chemist: