My head is buried,
True and deep,
In a promise,
Sorrow keeps.
For in this time,
I shan't be frail,
and count on rhyme
to leave a trail;
But if and when,
it starts again,
No bird shall know,
Nor a friend.
It shall be written
Onto stone,
'The only living,
are alone.'
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The only ones who really live, I think they'll never be alone, but might not have the permanent companion.
Nice read.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
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I was here. This took me away from work and my ankle for a barren moment. Take good care of yourself. I'm a bit more selfish than you might think me to be.
Yours
An impudently honest ghost masquerading as a common visitor
Popping in to say hello. Don't label this as shit.
That's very good...would make great song lyrics!
Is that quote in the end a personal one?
Made me get back to Vedder's Society.
I hate Pearl Jam
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