Sunday, March 11, 2018

On My Way

My transgressions a crumbling path 
I’m searching for a way to go back 
In time . 


My thumbs up im walking this line 
Time does not exist in the mourning 
Your gone In the sunset . 

Left here like an arrow 
Like the one around my neck 

Matching direction 
Now has turned to two 

I lost my mind 
As tears pour down my face 
I hear the music playing 
As I’m left here alone in this rain 

Nothings black and white they say . 
As he lied straight faced. 

Here are my grievances 
As I walk this path alone today . 


The music it 
Fades . 

So what is the purpose of giving yourself away . She said . 

It’s a statement I ask myself every day 

Thumbs up 
It’s a broken road 

I left myself here 
In the rain . 

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