Can'T Be Alone With It All
Restless soul, hungry heart.
The weak will always call them strong.
Lies, I can’t tell apart.
Lifetime wrong doesn’t even belong.
Hope is not hate, fear is not fun.
Games of the wicked won’t get me.
I have not even yet begun,
Watch the eyes of the burgundy.
Hopeful liar, despicable truth,
Hiding the right, will show wrong.
No fountain-of-youth,
Nowhere to belong.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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