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?
Copyright © Mandy Weaver | Year Posted 2011
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