Breathe Again
Did I really have years of experience?
or years of daily repeats. Repeats definitely
then I must indeed say
my confidence has suffered.
My experiences come with pain,
In my love life or my work experience.
As I get older, I think I am developing a more of
I don’t give a , what people think of me
And once again, that stupid question
About who will attend my funeral,
Who I have a big turnout etc.
Who cares, just buried me under
That old mahogany tree, my father planted
Years ago...It would be sheltered me from
From the harsh world, my final resting place,
Love, lost, and hardship, they say love can
Triumph over hardship of any intensity.
Lost it so finale, can really anybody accept they fate
Did you think my x , accept his death,
Do he aware that he left us, last
February, would he have returned in someone else body
To dupe me again, into a retake of his mishaps/his lost.
The ones who tell the best story
Is the most observant one, to the craft?
A river is a body of water
With lot of stories to tell
Sadness and happiness, that was cast upon me.
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