Laying down in this bed,
Rhyming words to try and make sense,
Of every little thing that you said,
Though all I heard is that I'm on my own,
But I swear I can feel it in my bones,
Someone out there's heart beats in the same tone,
Consistently made out to be alone,
But somehow it's like I've always known,
Growth is the guidance to your true home.
Everybody leaves, but I always stay,
I stay with me, so I don't decay,
For decaying means, give in to the grey,
The grey only feeds, when we're not okay.
So let me make a comeback in color,
Allow me to come out from my suffer,
I want to be naked and discovered.
-D.O.
This one needs some work, but I'll leave it the way it is for now. Better to write something than nothing.
I hope everyone is doing well. Freaking love you all and hope you're kicking ass and taking names!
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Through Weathered Eyes
Thơ caThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
