Every act an altruistic one
Denying myself both comfort and fun
Just a lost soul with an amenable touch
Using you as an emotional crutch
Feeling the upsetting of my mind
Breaking my heart to be unkind
Surrendering to submission
With my soul in opposition
Doomed to an esoteric existance
I'll always keep my distance
Rarely suffering from enmity
I'm not content in anonmity
Hardly valiant and rarely vane
I struggle to keep my voices sane
With intuition that's seldom wrong
Turning vehmemence into song
I smother the sublimity of my mind
Which keeps me in a torturous bind
Quick to believe slow to forget
Trusting has been my biggest regret
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