Broken Thoughts
As I stumbled across a field of broken thoughts,
I wonder to myself how many have crossed this path before,
I could not cope with the burden upon my shoulders,
I could not cope with the lie,
I crumbled to pieces fell to my knees,
I searched the golden skies, drifted across rough tortured seas , Just a vessle among the
other sailing ships,
Yet no answers come to me troubled lips.
Among the broken thoughts I found a sleeping ghost of a young child,
She laid with her hair across her face, Brunette locks drift with delicate grace,
Her breath is gentle entwined with the wind,
A life she once lived where she never sinned.
Her skin delicate, her cheeks slightly blushed,
She found herself here as from the edge she was pushed.
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