Picking up the Pieces

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Most of my life has been so useless,

And all I can do is make up excuses.

As if they even matter

While my soul lies in tatters...

Silent and Brooding,

These words wander aimlessly...

Echoed by your t.v.

Come on in,

But shut the door.

What am I searching for?

Nothing but emptiness.

So I'm under a lot of stress.

I lie and exaggerate,

Make the kids clean their plate,

Open my heart up,

Wish I knew what was love.

I cannot say plain,

Though I rack my brain....


Lonely and Lucid,

I'll probably stay here to the end.

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  • Comment Link jojo Friday, 18 September 2015 18:03 posted by jojo

    wish i knew how to rhyme words like you but the little english we learn in africa is all we get

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