an ancient time I grew so old the thought labeled blank and crazy with wild eyes of my great great kin.. meanwhile I filled my self with childlike thoughts and chastised the future as nothing to big for me to be free.. but now time rushes pass I find myself always last.. last to be loved, last to be kissed the unexpectedness the almost always new regret. I fit in places unknown to me walking side by side to my real way a long way round a verse a lovely word now a curse to kissing frogs and pray for prince... I know I try with my head cuz my heart can't carry on.. too too many times so so many ways its time to wave it all away maybe be free from these things some day... songs can carry that old tune but when it finally hits you no song can color the stain a note just provokes more pain and crying is the best way to fill the void of going insane still trying not to complain but suffer silently his name.
~PsyqSol
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