This heart I was gave
Lost wondering down a long dark cave.
This heart I was gave.
Body bag.
Straight in the ground I might as well be in a grave.
Nothing left to hold on to ,
Nothing left to save.
This road I am walking down
It's leading me to a lonely town
Where nobody is around
No souls left they all have drown.
Just contact the circus for I am a fool , left looking like a clown.
Upon my face is a unsettling frown.
I only wanted to be loved maybe one day earn my crown.
YOU ARE READING
scattered ideas
Rastgelethis is a book filled with the random thoughts of a 25 year old surviving in what i call ''jack-ghan-i-stan''. from jackson , ms a real out of the ordinary , off the wall different kind of story.
