by HelloGoodbyeLincoln, Nebraska, USA
Jun 2013 422 Views 5 comments
One Day
I'm no one special according to me.
There's a hopeless gap in this esteem.
Fluttering and flitting about
I'll say my lines, while you figure out-
What could come next?
Like a blind prophet somewhere
In the middle of a sand storm.
I could say that I don't care
But we both know how this heart's worn.
So what is there left to say
When you're reading my future?
Rain drops end with today,
Death's voice is loud- so we mute her.
There's a hopeless gap in this esteem.
Fluttering and flitting about
I'll say my lines, while you figure out-
What could come next?
Like a blind prophet somewhere
In the middle of a sand storm.
I could say that I don't care
But we both know how this heart's worn.
So what is there left to say
When you're reading my future?
Rain drops end with today,
Death's voice is loud- so we mute her.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Comments (5)
The way I see it, a heart is like a soul.
I think my own most have been through a lot in past lives of mine.
Ty
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