People Say...
Just take a deep breath,
It will cleanse your soul.
This actions overrated,
Every breath seems to dig a deeper hole.
Look to your Angels, one with flowing hair,
Two illuminating blue,
Every look makes me cry,
With hands bare.
It will get worse,
Before it gets better.
Why the hell is that true?
My Angels have to suffer, with no shelter.
The bottom is here,
Staring it in the face.
The fear is intense, seemingly trapped
And lost in this place.
Copyright © Scotti Boettner | Year Posted 2009
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