Is it to late to change destiny and fate?
To change the route that my life does take?
Or is it all a predefined trip with no exceptions or excursions,
No room for extras fate's running it like a tight ship.
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The same address, the same front door,
The same furnishings that were here before,
The same coloured walls, the same wooden floor,
So why dosnt it feel like home anymore.
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I want to be where you are,
Where ever that may be,
I want to hold you in my arms,
For as long as long could be.
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How many cuddles dya think we all get
From the time we are born to the time of are death
Cuddles when a baby to sooth you to sleep
Cuddles growing up just for a treat
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Born - Chester England Gender - Female Sexuality - Lesbian Occupation - N/A I write poems from my own life experiances be they good or bad, it's my way of getting things out my system as i am not a very good talker when it comes to my own personal stuff.)
Late For Fate.
Is it to late to change destiny and fate?
To change the route that my life does take?
Or is it all a predefined trip with no exceptions or excursions,
No room for extras fate's running it like a tight ship.
But what if i wised up an got a bit clever
A little smart an found away to give old fate the slip one day
Sneak off, vanish, fade away from my life's fate thats set in it's way
To re-define what was ment to always be pre-defined
To create a new destiny from inside my mind
A destiny a trip thats made of my own design
A life free from fate A LIFE THAT TRULY MINE.