Day by day she learns
She really isn't like anyone else
Out of all roses
She's that one thorn
- she doesn't belong
A waste of space
A waste of time
A waste of life.
When she's around
Everywhere she is
Follows a trail
A circuit
Of desire returned with hatred
Thick silence
Of happiness returned with sadness
Of freedom returned with prison
Of peace returned with war.
There comes a time
A day
Where all falls apart
When we try so desperately to mend
A broken heart
To fix our mistakes
To retrace our steps
Our regrets.
We learn the easier route would be to just forget and let life be.
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PoesíaCopyright © All rights reserved. By Kingsley Summer. ~ Don't you just wish our world was filled with more honest beings? Honesty is something more or less of us lack. We freely speak the words in our minds, but aloud we are silent. There seems to be...
