sometimes we feel wrapped up, lifes got us stuck in a cotton ball/put our best foot forward yet we still out, caught and bowled/try to keep our hearts light yet feel trapped in dark catacombs/taking life for a sprint, foraging, when true affection is a marathon/how do we carry on dying inside, bones hardly handling the carrion//we wish to explode, where would a few sticks sell?/wish to end it all, anything but the putrid smell/of disappointment; life had more than a few twists, swell/with acoustic bells, chiming let bygones be/as sadness bares its face and we search in stares for a few smiles to try on ... #myrhytes #rhyministree
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 16:54:10 +0000
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