My Wasteland
My wasteland
This is my wasteland,
This is my grave.
This is my graveyard,
I can no longer be saved.
This is my funeral,
This is for real.
This is the end of me,
This is how I feel.
The pain and hurt reflects your love, as clear as mud
And in my dying mind I know you could never be mine.
I did all I could but it was never enough
And now I am all out of time.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
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