Being

A thousand kisses, a thousand years, a thousand heartbeats, a thousand tears.

A dream once treasured now lost and old, forgotten memories turned dusty and cold.

How did I get here, I do not know, pushed and pulled through the days and morrow.

Who disturbs me, I cannot see, I feel their presence oh why cant they let me be.

Im tired, frail, alone and worn how on earth do we survive this life we were born.

Being

anqelique

Mansfield, Notts, United Kingdom

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