Sleepless nights, thoughts of dispare… never ending going in circles in my head, thinking what’s the way, the way of freedom, self love and self respect
A foul man that just won’t go away, a puppet of the world that just shakes his hands, a marionette that has no brain, just lips that move to only talk about oneself. I look but see no depth, no heart only a shell.
Why is life this way? Why do we blind when in pain? Love that has been thrown the wrong way, love that was never fell in the right hands, fool of me for given it away to an empty man.
Now all I’m left is with regret, but not because I have loved but because I loved the wrong man.
Maybe is not to late, maybe it has all been a lame game, maybe a lesson to love me first.
life is short that’s what they say so it’s time to walk away and play a better game.
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Author:
dianaeme (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2023 22:41
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Comments1
when in love, keep in mind
an eject button
so if things start to spiral
we can press early
begin to heal and be glad
we're surely closer
to our promised, real..
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