Although you may be to young
to understand
and too beautiful to comprehend.
I will tell you about this world
this world i live in.
This world you will live in.
This world is not sweet.
This world is the enemy of some
and the death of many.
This world has no patience for tears,
no compassion for the unhealthy.
This big onion of a world has
its folds
and as we peel the folds
we cry,
we cry for the death of many
and the impatience of the tears.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Although you may be to young
to understand
and too beautiful to comprehend.
I will tell you about this world
this world i live in.
This world you will live in.
This world is not sweet.
This world is the enemy of some
and the death of many.
This world has no patience for tears,
no compassion for the unhealthy.
This big onion of a world has
its folds
and as we peel the folds
we cry,
we cry for the death of many
and the impatience of the tears.
family, world,
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