Insanity in Vanity In my time, across the years, so many have I met Whom tell a tale of painful loss with eyes that glisten, wet Of tragic love that could not last, and passion unsustained They’ve bled and cried and hurt until their soul’s completely drained And now with caution they move on, behind the highest walls To never open up again, they must avoid the falls. Yet still they seek and hope and search for lifetime love and trust But wont remove a single brick from walls they cannot bust. Time and again a tragedy’s the fate of these poor fools Whom build these walls in vain instead of sharpening their tools And in the end they do acquire a large amount of pain I know fore I’m one of those fools that tell that tale in vain. The Philosopher
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 23:48:05 +0000
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