A pocketful of posies.
Will the world fall down...
The hero wins,
The crowd cheers his success...
Northern heartbeats succumb to the umbra,
as if we were born to die here, allured...
What is wrong with this world?
It's full of traumas and haters...
Diamonds and pearls lace the golden walls,
Lollipop bedposts line a mattress of gum balls...
Cold, alone; regret rules his mind.
Oblivious to what surrounds, date? Time...
(This poem has been written from the viewpoint of...
A couple of decades ago...
Sobriety never was an act she played well and...
Implications of the golden years are getting just...
So many people walking around,
But not...
Lines originally sung by Miranda Lambert,
Song --> Gunpowder and Lead...
The grass is always greener,
around some one elses lake...
Just something simple, but strong.. I guess...