By Arcassin Burnham
I search to find the truth in
you and all these places,
But the information turns purple
and loses its breath Each time,
Can't put the stress on my body
enough to see all these Faces,
But the circumstances are falling
out of silver colored skies,
Limit all of your chances,
Time to make some changes,
You've spent your whole life in
a house where people Don't get the message,
Why the long face,
why the sense of unenlightened feelings,
Like a punch in the face each time
I make mistakes,
For that....
the information has died.
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Author:
Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2017 11:52
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/02/purple-information.html
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Wonderfully written and expressed
interesting writing . '' the information turns purple and loses its breath every time '' i love this line ! 🙂
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