Standing, making no noise, trying to get an understanding, of my choice.
The skies are grey, my guard has fallen, I've fell for your lies, this is the last time, I say that and begin to pray, and still remain crestfallen.
You're away, I'm slowly starting to decay, I'm going out of my mind, trying to chase back the time, I can't see a thing, the alarms around me start to ring.
My vision is blurry, I begin to start to worry, I can't dream anymore, maybe the time is now to throw my ambitions out of the door, and rebuild myself from scratch, and turn myself into the perfect match, for someone to love me, and keep me sane and happy, whilst I sit below the palm tree, and chew my candy, feeling crappy, but realising I'm finally free.
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This Is Your Voice
Thơ CaA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
