Scattered around my body, lies the remains of a girl meant to be
Cascading over corpses,
Hope is a weathered, out-dated state of being
A serving, political and manner-driven
What's new?
New is the passion, the fight and the might
It matters not how much hope you have
Whether it busts through your seams and gleams in your eyes
It matters not how fast the blood rushes in your veins as you pray
Look at me, cold and vain
Eyes frozen, I begin again.
Pin point and plan
Sticks and stones and pots and pans.
Life is nothing but a learning curve
So I move on to new experiences and new lives,
A million eyes.
Never forget who you are.
Who you came from.
Where you were meant to be.
Fate is not a destiny
Life is made out of parentheses.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Scattered around my body, lies the remains of a girl meant to be
Cascading over corpses,
Hope is a weathered, out-dated state of being
A serving, political and manner-driven
What's new?
New is the passion, the fight and the might
It matters not how much hope you have
Whether it busts through your seams and gleams in your eyes
It matters not how fast the blood rushes in your veins as you pray
Look at me, cold and vain
Eyes frozen, I begin again.
Pin point and plan
Sticks and stones and pots and pans.
Life is nothing but a learning curve
So I move on to new experiences and new lives,
A million eyes.
Never forget who you are.
Who you came from.
Where you were meant to be.
Fate is not a destiny
Life is made out of parentheses.
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