self destruction (Remove filter)
Solitude
I'm constricted by the fact, that life is to share,
I just see poor judgment, and a silly content,
of stay where you were hand, to raised and to forget.
Over bed or on couch, your time shall come next,
As the rest of your days, bad-thoughts, hopes and prays.
It is said that's not true, for you to be alone,
So to them I should say, my half never became.
I've been thinking ...
Friday 30th December 2016 2:22 pm
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