Born to loseA Poem by Dream Weaver
Through endless days of even the murkiest of haze I shall prevail, let it be told I can’t be sold, through wisdom I now unveil. I was a giver with too many takers, becoming hollow inside, all became fakers that spanned many acres, expecting love and hate to collide. If love is blind it would be harder to find a direction in which to choose, as for me I can clearly see that most of us were born to lose. If I seem a bit dreary and a just a tad leery, my advice to you is this, leave it alone then write it in stone, the numbers are hard to dismiss. © 2010 Dream WeaverAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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