The Most Lively
By broken hearts,
I'm surrounded.
Six feet under,
They're grounded.
All are dead,
Lost and empty.
Wanting an end,
Not so lively...
Keep going,
Strive and thrive.
Find the will,
To stay alive.
The thing,
Most lively,
Is the will,
To stay alive.
Copyright © Dark Queen Mh | Year Posted 2016
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