Long By Thee
Crazy attempts to think
To believe of a world
To which I may exist
But exist in nothing
What chance to breathe
I have none
What way to to love
There was one
And to whom do I belong
Oh wait with no one
By this scene, there is no one
Not whom to care
For which they let thee bleed
There is no place for me
Not even here
My words are weak
And my emotions
They are not told
Forever will they go unanswered
By all of which who desire to read
Will you read thee
Bout a cowardless girl
Squaddering in grief
I think not
Just ignore thee
This life dose not matter
Especially with a voice of death
Now go smile upon thee
For she is nothing
But a dusty doll sitting away by the shelf
Oh how she dreams for an aww
But is struck by a quite auidence
Quaking her hearts dreams
She is what you call limbo
All within her self
A mindless free writer
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