Insane, it's insane how fast the cookie crumbles,
A bestie plans your death while the thunder claps and rumbles,
You used to be alone and now you slowly hear the mumbles
Of people you decided to trust-and suddenly your calmness tumbles?
There is a game I know of where you have to find the rules,
Where problems eat at you all day and depression hunts you like ghouls,
A game for everyone alike the young, the old and the fools
And most never win because they seem to forge on without their tools.
Some come into your life as chapters and others simply as pages,
Then you have to work and spend time right in order to earn your wages,
Yet your end is real then you're old and ripe and death cuts you off with his knife,
Now it's all blurry and you couldn't say your goodbyes well, sorry this game's called life.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
