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Here comes the world
And I am in pain
The pleasures of don’t
Though I entered in vain.
What comes after
That I didn’t care
But woe is me
I am wrong and scared.
I see and talk about
But understood like a clown
It runs wild to my heart
And it pulls me down.
Forgive me for what I am
As I curse to the sky
For all the sick lies
I have yet to cry.
Feed me with life
In this cradle of tears
Walk not on my agony
Hear now my fears.
Here comes the world
I have yet a lot to see
My wishes is known
I beg to set it free.
And I am in pain
The pleasures of don’t
Though I entered in vain.
What comes after
That I didn’t care
But woe is me
I am wrong and scared.
I see and talk about
But understood like a clown
It runs wild to my heart
And it pulls me down.
Forgive me for what I am
As I curse to the sky
For all the sick lies
I have yet to cry.
Feed me with life
In this cradle of tears
Walk not on my agony
Hear now my fears.
Here comes the world
I have yet a lot to see
My wishes is known
I beg to set it free.
this is a poem I wrote last November when I felt sick.
edited and revised for what I felt this day.
edited and revised for what I felt this day.
© 2009 - 2024 dillian
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