My sadness grows as something alive!
As weeds spreading wildly unrefined
gripping the roots of my broken heart,
dying slowly over and over with time
The sun does not shine as bright,
no longer blue are the night skies.
The moon does not look at me as before
I can’t find that special star of mine!
Faint laughter of defeat crawling
The hazy night proclaims me a fool.
Its my song, I’ve heard all this before.
Rhythm of life balancing cruel
confused on a tightrope with no net
asking myself again “Shall I play the fool?"
DionWorx
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