Poems of the early Greg Rousson

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These are some poems i wrote this week just feelings on my mind im not going to put a description of what they are to me, eveyone can interperate them for themselves, people on livejournal already judge everyone else so it wouldnt matter if people understood them.

Do you understand the quick foreboding of society?
The newly acquired but fast decline of care in our youth
Our sad song is not new, just reinvented every decade.

I finally understand why we constantly seek the past

The music only sedates the pain,
but when we come down the agony of this generation is worse than before.

Each cut is deeper than the last, each year is further from the past.

I seek refuge in paper and celluloid, in darkness w/ beasts barking insults and falsified testimony.

I look for God and Faith inside of myself and wonder why i can't find it.

If you ever have the chance (if you even exist) please answer my prayers and free me from myself.
-Greg Rousson

Does love have a name?
Is love always factual?
Or is it just at random?
I know the answers to all these questions

But you love
Mr.

Take you for granted
You love Mr.
Nonchalant grabby hands
Mr. Sloppy kiss for benefits

You love the one who never pays for dinner
and doesn’t know the meaning of no

I loved you with out regret
Spending my time on a lost cause
I knew the details
The tickle spots and the funny bones

I asked for a chance I asked for some sympathy
I was constantly shot down

All in all loving you was worth the hurt
-Greg Rousson

well thats all i have this last one was about a girl she knows who she is.