An idealist conforming to a trend,
Nobody to ask for while making amend.
People walking past like wind in flow,
Not even stopping once to ask my dull glow.
The path sprinkled with pricking pebbles,
Blood gushing out of feet like a river outlet.
Tears playing in the boundaries of eye,
Who will fall fast,unafraid and into unknown.
They are there for my support though,
My very own parents with whom I have grown.
The world might look the other way,
I am sure they will never let me sway.
The innards of my heart is now thrown open,
I have nothing to hide,my life is one full blown.
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DAVID ERICKSON
Great stuff!!
November 24th, 2013
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Thanks david:)
November 24th, 2013
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Thank you:)
November 25th, 2013
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Thanks:)
December 27th, 2013