By You
Disappointment my ointment for all your high hopes. These slopes of constant, let downs. My, failure constant . My , sins ,my sorrows, my vage tommorows. Reflecting shadows full of doubt. You , say the fault is mine, let's rewind to the expectations you once placed. Fault is mine, but i was taught by you. Rehab to my life style developed by you.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2018
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