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It's crazy the life of the pursuer, Tolerance for pain; reinforced, While thinned of precious Sense, The Sense of what the life of the purser brings. . . Here I am, Again. Blame you, can I not, It is nothing, but my fault for expecting something more, Something different. My folly attempt Dreadfully amiss. Forgiveness not, I ask of thee, Nor do I ask love, Not anymore. It's all forgotten. Ensue I must only what I can. Aspirations of thy heart, No more. Pursuing; Cautious, Not to set rose pedals aflame. It's all but to late. "'Twill thee be mine?" O' I pity myself, A fool has died. Transpired a wiser soul. Living... Thank you. I now leave knowing hope for something more was shattered, Still I shall miss thee, Always.
Life Pursuing
Poem By Killionare
toolazytousespacebars added this comment 2011-06-04 10:47:50-05:00
this. is absolutely amazing. Love this :)) good job
toolazytousespacebars added this comment 2011-06-04 10:47:50-05:00
this. is absolutely amazing. Love this :)) good job