One line, one phrase.
One subject, one goal,
One Life, one Death,
Cut in half from bone to soul.
Half an Eternity, is one Life time,
Half a Life time, is one Dream,
Half a Dream, is one Reality.
Sharpened with every scream.
Everything I've known is thrown.
Thrown, And forgotten for it's sin.
For it's sin, Have been downsized.
Downsized deep under my skin.
This is not what I wanted to be,
I didn't ask to be half real,
Half fake...
From every touch and feel.
Help me, Help Me, HELP ME!
HELP ME PATCH MY MISTAKES!
But,...
You can't patch whats real and fake.
Real:
Me standing isolated.
Fake:
Me standing beside you isolated.
...Thank you...
For your time.
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Poetry From Me...
No one seems to read them anymore.
Poems left and right but no where to go.
Either read them...
Or...well...I don't know.
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