Yes,
I am dead
I have walked the streets of life
before there were even roads
I twisted my ankle
on the cobble stone
I have moved past the past so many times
that I don't even know
I have roamed the metropolis's made by man
and have found them all below a stones throw
I've met the faces of the characters that dreams wove
just to awaken to pounder what has happened to whom I was to be betrothed
I've seen the tapestry become unwound
spooled in a mound upon the earthen ground
I spoke so sweetly
I was not heard
I yelled so loud
I was feared
I thought so quietly
I was Love
I thought of myself
I was abound for above
alas,
the wise in the weak can never lesson
there is not a sign in life
that left me guessing?
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
Yes,
I am dead
I have walked the streets of life
before there were even roads
I twisted my ankle
on the cobble stone
I have moved past the past so many times
that I don't even know
I have roamed the metropolis's made by man
and have found them all below a stones throw
I've met the faces of the characters that dreams wove
just to awaken to pounder what has happened to whom I was to be betrothed
I've seen the tapestry become unwound
spooled in a mound upon the earthen ground
I spoke so sweetly
I was not heard
I yelled so loud
I was feared
I thought so quietly
I was Love
I thought of myself
I was abound for above
alas,
the wise in the weak can never lesson
there is not a sign in life
that left me guessing?
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