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I can't seem to get the thought across my mind
Of what I want or even who am I
In a glass house filled with water
The more I do or say is the more likely I'll die
Who are you to say we do not compare
Who am I to say its impossible
What is wrong or even fair
These emotions seem unstoppable
I want love
When I don't have the time
I want love
Do say where I can sign
My heart away
I'm not desperate
Because I can't love any other way
I just need someone who won't separate
I'm only human
And without love I can't be a man....
I know secretly
Your damaged
In your mind heavily
Scarred but a savage

My Friend, Why
Did you lie

About how you felt
Misjudged
Wishing your soul could melt
With out a single grudge

About who you are
Strong
Remember just how far
You got before writing your wrong

Into this story we call life
A forever beginning book
Where is that forever ending that made you look
Into this story we call life

My Friend, Why
Did you leave me alone to cry
At your grave
Man through that trauma you was brave
Now im looking at your mistakes
Hope i have what it takes
Hey what ever makes it has to break
So cast me off so i can rest easy amungst these lakes

My Friend
I adore
The pain you took and caused
My Friend
I do more than care
For you id make time simply pause.
Expressing my feelings is what i do and my dear friend it feels like your close to suicide. All i ask one day you read this and you live more to thrive.
Lord forgive me
For the peoples pain
Lord forgive me
So i can leave this chain

Once a king with a crown
After death of my queen
Seems like i have a sorrow to drown
Whats with this omen

What was this supposed to mean
But with my own two eyes it was seen
I cause myself to bleed from knee to knee
What would be better than to be free

With deaths at my sorrows
I wish to not see tomorrow
With a rope they send me to the gallows
With eyes filled with hate, yet hallow
"Careful the water is shallow
And death he must follow"

Writing a wrong
Against my people
By making taxes and laws
That was burning my perfect temple
But writing a wrong
Was yet way, way to simple

So i must pay for these sins
With all the faces that show grins
My life, and its story was much so fin
After they counted to ten
I dropped
And hanged
But these people will never have stopped
If writing a wrong was stained
More of my fictional poetry.
When winter comes
The people yell
To the tree
To the tree
When summer comes
The people tell
You must leave to be free
You must leave to be free

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