The Question, Answer and TruthA Poem by Purple Hatted BanditSomething from my heart. I don't care if it sucks its only meant for one person.
Is it me?
is it how i dress, who i hang out with? Is it what i do, how i speak, how i look? Is it where i live, what i care about, how i act, who i am? Answer me that, what is it? but then again it doesn't matter, its all superficial,over, dead, gone withered up and blown away in the winds of change. but now, now i look back on what once was, i now see that it wasn't me. it wasn't me who broke it, who took it for granted who disregarded, disrespected the sacridity. it wasn't me who threw away all that was. it wasn't me who chose to betray and ruin what was. now that its gone you've fallen into the shattered pieces of what was, now i see, now i see that that it wasn't me, and now what was will never be. © 2010 Purple Hatted BanditAuthor's Note
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