Never have I ever,
Felt so free from loss and grief,
I dignify this endeavor,
I'm so far beyond relief.
A wind that carries me away,
From emotional ************
I can't quite find words to say,
How I've grown from exaggeration.
Growing old is a form of art,
A marvel crafted from that we evolve,
I grasp onto this change as I depart,
A new problem I have yet to solve.
Extraterrestrial feelings spark wisdom,
An epiphany driving an Eldorado,
Leaving me vulnerable to aphorism,
In a mirror I sport a healthy bravado.
Waking up from nightmares,
Crafted by the hands of me and I,
Myself is who is left behind,
A new man who lacks the ability to care.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
Never have I ever,
Felt so free from loss and grief,
I dignify this endeavor,
I'm so far beyond relief.
A wind that carries me away,
From emotional ************
I can't quite find words to say,
How I've grown from exaggeration.
Growing old is a form of art,
A marvel crafted from that we evolve,
I grasp onto this change as I depart,
A new problem I have yet to solve.
Extraterrestrial feelings spark wisdom,
An epiphany driving an Eldorado,
Leaving me vulnerable to aphorism,
In a mirror I sport a healthy bravado.
Waking up from nightmares,
Crafted by the hands of me and I,
Myself is who is left behind,
A new man who lacks the ability to care.
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