Light, burns through this skin,
A morning, which aids my dying.
Sorrow that brims in me,
I'm trying hard to fall asleep.
World, that I hate to face,
I need a place, a sanctuary
where walls, will cage me in,
and it's there, my soul will drip.
I could see you, smiling,
but you never looked at me,
Discarding, those old feelings.
Go now, he'll set you free.
Left alone, hell in limbo,
no goals, no hopes, no dreams.
Without reason to live, sleep, dear heart,
it's time you stopped bleeding.
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How.... general. Might a norm be confused if one would say, 'Speculate not with the heart. But speculate wisely, with the mind.'? Little enjoyment did I receive, from reading this.
Hop bunny hop .....
If u stop, days would become weeks.
Weeks would become months.
Let's started hopping back to bed
PS: Greener pastures are just a few hops away ....