I'm not sure of what I want anymore
I've rummaged trough endless thoughts
Not finding whats to my liking
Never actually have I found what I like
I want to take a different route
A different way this time round
Maybe I will find it
I dont want to be a prince anymore
Not for a long while
Maybe for a short while
I am not even sure which
But I want to be a servant
For MYSELF
I want to take care of myself
To bring back
My old self in my younger body
And make myself young again
Maybe even more attractive
To attract my charm back
And hold my composure
Its really sad
How things could end
When it wasn't even there
I used to be a beliver
Before they buried my faith
Leaving me only with grace and mercy
Which its not to my liking
I want to be alone
And search for myself again
Among the ruins
Even among the dead
For I feel like a living dead
I want to wash myself clean
And dress my thoughts
With new clothes
Something maybe I will like
Then take me with you
Dont leave me here
Please wait for me
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
