Puzzle Perspective

StephenJames

The sights, the sounds

My barefeet on the ground.

My thoughts, my memories

Everything thats special to me.

The cool wind, the smell

My own personal hell.

Times im angry, times im sad

Time well spent, time spent bad.

An innocence thats lost

Like the plants killed by frost.

I could jump, I could fall.

I could just leave it all,

Behind for change....

  • Author: StephenJames (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2019 23:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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