Another day wasted of my short life... 🌸
Making no use of this ignorant mind..
And if do grow up, what shall I become?
Looking for oh too good kingdom come....
A prisoner to my own negligence formed...
Made out of bone ribs I have a cage...
To keep you from your struggling escape...
Oh but if you leave I die and I'd taste...
The bitter sand under the wood to my face....
Oh how lovely that I'd forget my own name....
Regarded as the diseased by everyone....
And my answers would be reformed....
And I'd be forgotten by my loved ones..........
They chose to be happy and move on.....
So would I be happy or maybe hurt....
YOU ARE READING
Beauty Behind My Madness
PoetryAnd a little taste of mind games.... 'Oh what a manipulator' I'd congratulate.... "Cause no one can do it like me" I'd say. ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄ Well..... My poetry book..... If you dare please go ahead.... Oh but please watch your head.... 🌹
