Your reluctancy made sense,
Now,
Just like closing the door behind you after you left,
Our memories together were minor cases of theft,
Minds binded so blindly,
Actions lathered in poison ivy thought of so highly,
Kindness mistaken for..oh never mind,
Days in the Sun,
Minds running wild in the wind,
Heading West where Fun lived,
But even then,
We didn't leap,
We just collapsed in a heap,
The smell of hypocrisy kept us weak,
At least we buckled before we broke,
Reluctancy almost began to sound like hope,
Almost..
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The Dysfunctional Series-Poems
PoezjaLife can be distant, misunderstood, lacking a certian kind of mood so striding along like the walls are not closing in and shadows creeping in can be difficult almost impossible.This is the Dysfunctional Series.
