my eyes are green
I’d imagine it to be the color of greed
afflicted with this twisted mind state
always take
hardly every giving
never satisfied
no triumph in winning
one door only opens another
and constantly
I’m faced with another race to run
so another chase has begun
allowing my own desires to be tapped into
and used
always used
until i’m depleted
in need and
without salvation
the best parts of me were taken
before I knew that they were golden
stolen, in the name of love
well lack there of
much harm but no foul
im a tough young lady
was a tough child
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Tears Are My Friends
PoésieThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
