Speaking of the Form of Man
I was blinded by Angel's Light...
Faces smiling
Laughter flowing...
Baby there things in life we cant explain
each an everyday we start to change...
Aw, my skin looks so delicate.
so why do i keep slicing a blade through it...
Sometimes even though its hard to say.
that unfaded hope fades away...
Life can be hard, but you know what?
Not living it would be even harder...
Everyday I contemplate
What it would take...
So why do i like reading?? hmm... maybe it cause...
* i made this poem fer my Friend cause' he loves...
Black lipstick upon his cheek...
Sometimes things just seem
To go the wrong way...
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You are dealt a hand...
Why are we on the face of this earth?
This is a question oft asked...