Life is a journey
One we can not plan or change
But try we must all
Time is relevant
To many more than others
But to me its not
Love is like nature
It's fate is up to many
And both shall perish
Falling on my knees
I look up to see my mother
She heals my scraped knee
Pain overcomes you
Oh how I pity the weak
And ask God for strength
Darkness rules the night
As good as light rules the day
Which one shall rule you?
What’s the effing point?
To this stupid thing called life
Why was I conceived?
Chills run down my spine
As I reminisce on you
How can you do this?
I like ice cream cones
So cold, sweet, and delicious
Bite after bite, crunch
Pen, pencil, paper
Everyday tools I use
To preserve my thoughts
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