When is it wrong to be gone?
If nobody loves you, why move on?
It's all the same
Sadness
Rain
I am the only one who is shunned
I do not understand
Happiness
Pain
One and the same
They tell me I'm wrong
But
When is it wrong to be gone?
Lovers fight
Children wake in the night
They say they're right
But
I am wrong
When is it wrong to be gone?
When am I right?
When are you wrong?
How can we be either if both are simply part of a brainwashed reality?
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
