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It's 2013

Author: DrewDilla
ASL Info:    25/M/Chicago
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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I haven't written in a while. So I tried hope u like.

It's 2013

I thought it was 2015 but that’s simply not what it means.
When will my head be cleaned of all that is deceived?
I wonder this every day and watch what I have to say.
Wondering the true reality when will I be free?
And when will I get paid for all the different music that I made?
There are different thoughts in my mind and I wonder why I’m so kind.
I want to be on my own so I have a place called home.
When oh when will this be one so I can have some fun?
When will my mind be freed this is what I need.
I wish that there was no car accident that’s what’s truly meant.
Not that I didn’t see things before, but now it’s even more!

Submitted on 2015-09-03 11:05:10     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This time machine doesn't work the same,
sanity came back, and i'm where it's the same,
days feel like days, nights feel like nights,
i guess traveling time, isn't worth all the fight.

But oh how I wish that I never did fall,
head to concrete, and the songs make a call,
for once how they said, that heaven can ring,
they never declared that hell too can sing,

You see life is just that, loss is just too,
pain is just pain, but all have a virtue,
reles only measure, Rulers can break,
and poets thing songs, when the mind never breaks,

so i'm secretly sainted, sacrament too,
sacrifice over, waiting for the view
of the ocean i knew, in a lover i've missed,
making love with our eyes,
to deny that the bliss,
isn't flesh, isn't bounty, for they kill all the same,
to make something from nothing,
it depends on the way,
some will break some will grow,
some will crash some will climb
but all hold reflections
of that infinite light.
| Posted on 2015-09-15 00:00:00 | by ShyOne | [ Reply to This ]

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