JUST ANOTHER DAY
MY KINDNESS,
ALWAYS TAKEN FOR GRANTED,
MY ONLY WEAKNESS,
SEEMS TO BE MY HEART,
THOUGHT LOVE,
WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ENCHANTED,
BUT EVEN FAIRYTALES,
SEEM TO FALL APART,
AT THE SLIGHTEST TOUCH,
FROM THESE PASSIONATE HANDS,
I’VE BLED TOO MUCH,
I DON’T UNDERSTAND,
WHY GOOD MEN,
ARE MENT TO BE BROKEN,
I TAKE A DEEP BREATH IN,
AND VIOLENTLY START CHOKING,
MY AIR POLLUTED,
BY EVERYTYHING AROUND ME,
MY ESCAPE,
DAY DREAMS AND POETRY,
SHACKLED TO THIS LIFE,
I'M A SLAVE TO MY HEART,
HEPLESSLY WATCHING,
AS ITS TORN APART,
I PICK UP THE PIECES,
AND SIMPLY PRAY,
BUT FOR THIS TORTURED SOUL,
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY...
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