Mandy Weaver Poet Rhyme

The Philosophy of the Broken

What am I supposed to do,
When waking up each day gets old?
What shall I look forward to,
When there is no shining light to behold?
How can I see your true colors,
If you strip me color-blind?
Why won’t you wait for me,
So I can call you “mine”?
I see my pathetic attempts at romance,
And the demise of happiness in my life...
I watch myself fall, and laugh.
So what if misery drags me down?
It’s better to be down-to-earth,
Than stuck in the clouds.
Right?

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Jonathan Lecroy January 25, 2011 at 4:02 PM <3 lovely!

Steven Henderson January 23, 2011 at 9:43 AM Better to do mighty deeds and fail than to bask in that twilight those knows neither victory or defeat. Is it not? Teddy Roosevelt said something like. Not sure of the exact quote but I think you get the picture. Stay stuck in the clouds! That's what came to my mind as I read your words. Steve

January 22, 2011 at 7:23 PM Truth is beauty, Beauty Truth thats the only crap we know and the only crap we need to know.