Good Man
I've always tried to love
And be loved from above
But some things don't happen
The glimmering sun can testify
I lye alone in this cave
Buried in death's grave
No man can ever imagine
The pain that's felt
The serene breeze clogs my nostrils
To remind us that life's a fossil
That only the brightest could understand
Before they are obliterated and buried
Depression is the worst custom
One could experience and blossom
With until the day he dies
If you felt these feelings, remember...
Hope is a good thing, and no good thing ever dies
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2016
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