Caught up in the world,
Not knowing what was her own.
Until it disappeared off to it's own,
Is the day it all became naked,
Aching from the world,
Ill from the pain,
Inflamed at the heart,
Decisions dimming her light.
With nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
Time is of a minute,
That I must suffer, if I lose it.
Not thinking of the consequences"
Running without practicing,
She step out, blind folded, onto the street,
Slowly, but surely, she and everything else came down.
How could this happen?
"This isn't what I planned"
Life's what you make it,
Fall, but get back up.
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Author:
Lana D (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2017 18:42
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Interesting write a lifes struggle to stamd seen. Pointless to run to nowhere yet takeing a step in the right direction is what we do ebery day. The words jave feeling great write indeed.
Interesting write a lifes struggle to stand seen. Pointless to run to nowhere yet takeing a step in the right direction i at tje same time many will relate.its what we do every day as humams in love. The words have feeling great write indeed.
I like how it grew just like life? a mature ending great write
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