enough saidBut it's not real.
I laugh,
but nothings funny.
My good days,
Never sunny.
My blood,
red.
Where you rest,
A coffin bed.
What im saying,
everything.
My feelings,
enough said.
My heart,
heavy as lead.
my hair,
Never straight,
the way to heaven,
Through a gate.
where i'll go,
I dont kno.
do i miss you,
Yes.
What where you?,
A HEAVINLY BLESS
and if you like it add me...
well much love....peace
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Art is parasitic on life, just as criticism is parasitic on art.
Harry S. Truman
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