my eyes drift to a different lane, i used to feel the same way as you but nowadays i think i'm too sane. it's a dirty game, this life, all the ones who've been good are gone, they've been slain. i learned you've got to know the rules to stay alive then you've got to break away to stay ahead. guilt lays on the heart of the one who survived, what good is a life if you wish you had died when your companions died, maybe i'm not living right. my ears drift to a different tune, i used to feel the life's drum play me it's melodies, but nowadays i don't feel a thing. allow me to dance, allow me to find the rhythm again, i'm tired of standing in the rain w/ my head low because of how i feel. you help me breathe, you help me to see, you helped me know that i'm all i need. so please, allow me to find new melodies to keep my soul at peace, for i've got a survivors' guilt. the old me died, i haven't looked back since but i'd lie to say i wasn't tempted.
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Poetrythis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
