By Arcassin Burnham
Choices in this life here.
will leave you begging for more.
I didn't see it was so clear.
the problems ran out the door.
I could spend my whole life here.
But it'd be a waste of time.
Now that I see its so clear.
Bitch don't you waste my time.
I don't play any games much.
that shits for playstations.
If your a friend then we'll keep in touch.
but for the fakes, i have no relations.
I'm the one in the darkness.
the one that can't get back to the light.
I could rot my whole life here.
with my soul nowhere in sight.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 18th, 2017 11:52
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/12/flame-11.html
- Category: Letter
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