Masters of our own soul.A Poem by zoeeyx
My heart races,
My mind won't quiet down. I feel a storm inside me, Every thing's spinning. What is it about you? You really are no good. A part of me wants you... I don't know if I should. You kept slipping into my comfort zone, Don't know if I believe. You didn't have a mind of your own, All you did was deceive! This is why I hesitate, When I start to feel blue. I think of our good times, Everything seemed so true. For now, I need to live my life, Not deal with this misery and strife. There are some things beyond our control, We are, in the end, masters of our own soul. © 2012 zoeeyx |
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