Repetitive Ideas
Round the hill of lost love, winds the river of lust
on the coast of this loss crashed an ocean of trust
in the hour of truth, not one second was worth
rusting away, in satirical birth
which spread through our veins, and consumed all that's pure
like a sickness of mind, only I will endure.
to breath and to feel, and to soak in the fury
the mind that seeks refuge as another one hurried
not finding success, we'll wish to rewind
to see all the dreams we wish we would find
but now that our choices are already made
hope that these thoughts, bring you back just a day.
the soul who will cherish, and fight for your envy
is the one who will let all your troubled thoughts carry
the hardships, and pain, and earned misery
that life has provided, who trusts not in me.
the singular truth that one just might fathom
is a share of ones life, who's love can't take part in.
whether they hear, the words honestly
my bind to her lives, unconditionally.
Copyright © Devin Chehin | Year Posted 2013
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