Pardon me for asking,
But was that your intent?
To look away from me
So uncomfortably
As if.....
You were never resisted
As you persisted
Stalking my existence
As a wolf to it's prey
Leading me to a revolutiom
Within my constitution
Praying for absolution
Within the light of day
What makes you this way?
Go on, don't turn around
Pretend to be abound
Appear lost, not found
For I am okay.....
- Author: Memoirs of a mad life (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2020 18:17
- Category: Unclassified
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