By Arcassin Burnham
No education and nothing to fall back on,
Use to love the feeling of 10% off coupons,
Still betrayed after being the realist friend ever,
But not until I got caught up in all of my endeavors,
Guilty pleasures , broken feather,
I can't fly to save my life in any direction I tethered,
I was always the outcast,
Everywhere I went was a nightmare,
Barely any support if it would last,
Still I pull the plug on any moments of the past,
They think I'm gonna fail in this house of horrors,
I honestly thought I wouldn't make it this far,
The more I wait , I gravel and just get more poorer,
The complications come from other people not my Sunday's best.
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You have my heart,
But you don't know it yet,
Use to love me
Now your just a silhouette,
I stay away from you,
for the time being,
I'm stuck in a virtue
that I kept secret,
I use to make you laugh,
and now you downgraded,
that was bad on my behalf,
when we were separated,
I try not to feel,
remembering you,
like sketches in my mind,
kissing you,
I cried with you,
try to forget me if you want to.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 23rd, 2016 12:25
- Comment from author about the poem: "my life is in shambles" ©ABPoetry2016 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/no-flying-conceal.html
- Category: Surrealist
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