thoughts for a dollar?

  When I heard about your lie,  and even the angels cry. 

you left us too die, you did not cry.

 

  You shouldnt hate the youth, because the mighty

will shine in youths fountain.

 

  Your are confused, more and more, i see the ghosts of your past, as a simple methaphor.

  I feel like you changed,  you wanted this, congrats...

 

Wrapped within the rope of the lonely, i will attempt too be normal,

to be like them, yes, to be like them.

 

And never face the ugliness that you call your life,  i cannot help, no more.

no more.

 

You sway, in the waves, and feel a freedom, no more friends, just my

dead ends, and empty jars with rusty hearts within.

 

 

Reviews

[kasanova]

im not sure if i get it, but i like it a lot!

[paul]

beautiful, heartfelt.

I really liked the end