© Copyright Sweetdreamer747 2013
~But I am not alone.~
What's more important to you?
Can you tell me that much?
In all that you put me through,
Without a mothers touch.
You may think you're the only one
But how can you think that way?
I had been there through it all,
The only one that would stay.
Over the years my faith has swayed,
And I in isolation.
My fear finally overtook me,
A result of your creation.
"live for the good times"
We all said,
Until we ran out of rhymes
It was all in the head.
Have I been lying?
No really, my heart fears the end.
In truth I am done crying
Over what could have been.
Live for the lives not lost
Instead of dying for the dead
Mourning is good, but at what cost?
Leaving everything to be said unsaid
The innocence has been killed,
The magic is gone.
My purpose is unfulfilled,
But I am not alone.
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Anything But Ordinary
PoetryA collection of original poems and thoughts with rhymes of a wandering mind that is anything but ordinary.