Friends, lovers, mothers, love;
the things i've never understood.
My life a pool of now murky water;
it's beauty i've never seen.
The fear of experiencing this pain;
a damp blocking out all's true and good.
I wallow in my endless fears,
terror and melancholy awaits in tomorrow.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Friends, lovers, mothers, love;
the things i've never understood.
My life a pool of now murky water;
it's beauty i've never seen.
The fear of experiencing this pain;
a damp blocking out all's true and good.
I wallow in my endless fears,
terror and melancholy awaits in tomorrow.
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