If I had pennies
For when Rage was
Misplaced
I'd have pounds,
But they'd burn to
At my fireplace.
When was there fair space
Just to despair
Grace.
I'll fall slowly and mould
Along the way,
I'm so cold I couldn't be
Strong anyway.
I lost pride
I'm dust in the
Place I used to reside.
These are the words
To empty air
I confide.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
If I had pennies
For when Rage was
Misplaced
I'd have pounds,
But they'd burn to
At my fireplace.
When was there fair space
Just to despair
Grace.
I'll fall slowly and mould
Along the way,
I'm so cold I couldn't be
Strong anyway.
I lost pride
I'm dust in the
Place I used to reside.
These are the words
To empty air
I confide.
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