The Art of Ones Life

right now is a dark confusing place for me 

for i have lost a part of my heart 

once again

its like a game they play 

to see how much u can take before you die 

yet im still young and dont know anything 

so help me my friends to understand this pain once again 

its all repeating in my head 

lovly memories and lulabys of agony 

my blood weeps for it is all the same everywhere 

to me i live for my friends and family 

if it was not so i whould vanish into a far off better place 

they keep me together 

as the petals fall from my everdying rose 

so will i be able to pick them back up and into place 

someday i will understand the real meaning of living 

and its essense and beauty 

for now i mourn for those who feel the same way 

and i hope those who don't shall be miserable 

being the one so true to urself , become insecure 

filled with aging lies and false hopes you destroy 

never you will live life to the fullest 

i always ask what do i do 

but its always the other way
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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