Bemused
Born with a hart of gold but this isn't
the story you've been told .Feed lie filled with deist
and manipulated to feel the defeat.yet here it is that you
weap and walk around and sigh such emptiness is not that easily
to hide.you walk around all day in a daze confused trapped and a maze and refuse
to face the fact that the people you need are now those you lack.
there gone to late to get back like a bridge that shouldn't burn are the
people you did not concern to learn them to have a nack so why not try and just
get along with society by your side can be no way you can feel so alone and out of
wack and its been so long seems you've lost track,and its at this process we live
thus the end of time where all souls meet and are filled with happiness of all kinds
something longed for in a life time surly has been hard to find.
Copyright © Michael Coleman | Year Posted 2013
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