I am the blizzard that melts in Spring,
The sand castle that washes away,
The random stranger in a cafe.
No home to truly call my own,
I am a rolling stone.
I am the distant childhood memory,
I am the dream you forget on the daily,
I am the shoes you grew out of,
And the fleeting sunrise above.
I am the bird that has flown,
I am a rolling stone.
I am the birthday card you threw away,
I am the money spent yesterday.
The convenient friend,
Whose time you expend.
Among a crowd, I am alone.
I am a rolling stone.
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The Words of a Shattered Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry from my tortured mind. It took every bone in my body to decide to start posting it... Pain in my chest bubbles to the surface With pain relief being found in the arms of a stranger, Rather than a lover. For the world is cruel...