The WandererA Poem by Asante
I am the keeper
Back once again But I'm going put on my words a new little spin What's up with love? Why do I do this? Setting myself up Aiming for impossible frutus I don't know why But I fall for people that'll never be With me even in alternate realities I've been trying to hide From the indefinite truth But my foggy glasses have been hit With the gust of Blue Winds Glute Now I face the real Oh am I in for a thrill For I'm lonely as can be Because no ones with me I don't know why the good lord cursed me With an unquenchable thirst That I've had since birth Don't you know it hurts? To be scorned by life To be filled with strife But the truth is better Even though it hurts If i stayed in the matrix...it would have only gotten worse Now I understand there is no innocence It's a bitter cruel world that doesn't care for sentiments I just wish someone would care for me Not by family that was chosen for me But someone that I choose freely I am keeper of so lost secrets Also know as the dear old Weeper Do not care for me For this road is to be Eventually this road will shine brightly I will finally live and love righteously © 2015 Asante |
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