NomadA Poem by L4rn13Wonder down the lonely road if I shall Orange-pink hues of the horizan already fell...
To go by many names,
Is to have no identity... Deserted, Defeated and lost These crystal dreams, The coldest frost. Worthless, Weary and hounded Urgency rising, Mind left dumbfounded. To go by many names, Is to have no identity... Angel, Mong, Damien and Larnie. Larnette, Butch And even toilet. Selfworth weighs itself based on heaviness of heart, But to love two is a deadly art. To go by many names, Is to have no identity... To be there beside the stars... To shine and glisten with doom, A shame...really... My goal is to reach the moon... Travel the road beside another Happiest moments thrown asunder. Wonder down the lonely road if I shall Orange-pink hues of the horizan already fell... To go by many names, Is to have no identity... © 2014 L4rn13Author's Note
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StatsAuthorL4rn13Birmingham, United KingdomAboutPoem from a Poet... I shan't befuddle your mind With poems of vampires Or quadruple signs, But rather rhythmful beats. For I am a poet And express through torn seams The stories of the heart,.. more..Writing
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