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Beauty at the End of an Ugly Day
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2012 Some days just suck,
and sometimes it seems
like everyone must hate me.
I have gifts for the world within,
so why is it that I can't let them out?
Are these gifts as real as they seem,
or is their value that of a broken promise?
Everytime I make sombody smile,
someone else begins to cry.
It's been happening for quite a while,
but I can't seem to figure out why.
Sometimes I want to destroy myself,
sometimes I want to destroy the world.
Lock my heart in a box on the top shelf,
so that it's protected from all those girls.
If God made the earth out of glass,
I'd throw a rock and watch it shatter,
as it reveals the light of unconditional love,
and we'll all finally see that matter never mattered.
Great little ewrite! I
Great little ewrite! I thouroghly enjoyed the style and the subject matter and the rationale behind this work well done! hope to read more like it! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."