Dear mr. sunshine,
Oh how you filled my world with light,
Yet somehow
I still fell.
I fell from a tall
Make believe building,
Losing hope,
My fingers ached,
My mind awake,
Yet somehow, I still have fallen.
Fallen from grace
Fallen from faith
Leaving nothing but a trace
Of sanity that I leave behind.
Oh mr. sunshine
How I wish things could change.
My heart aches for one
Who I can't even see.
Love me dearly,
Love me strongly,
I don't want to fall.
I don't want to fall from grace,
I don't want to be lost without a trace.
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The Roads Taken
PoetryLife is a series of trials and errors, One would like to say that we're perfect but we aren't. Humans are the only species to be perfectly imperfect, the imperfections that we dwell on in ourselves and in others tends to be the ones connected with t...
