Don't understand the world, so hold me,
Blame all the sad and lonely,
Never have your dreams today,
And hope that you breathe,
Another day, to wake up,
Another day, to make up.
Repeat after me, you got it, save me,
Dissatisfied by the sad and lonely,
Grind your life away,
And with that you can see,
Another day, another brand new page,
Another day, another war to wage.
Disperse the hate, it won't leave me,
Join the ranks of the sad and lonely,
Entwine yourself in fear,
And believe that you can hear,
Another day, in the field of dreams,
Another day, in another life it seems.
YOU ARE READING
Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 1 - A Fistful of Dust
PoetryThe earliest part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 12-16. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
