...for an optimist
im pretty pessimistic
im not the same
as i once was two years ago
these days im livin
theyre not like i dreamt it
and i cant figure out
where i go...
I mourn the days
when i use to be happy
and now a days
i wear a mask for my smile
and how i feel
just shouldnt mix with what im thinkin
just as angels shouldnt fall
from those heavenly clouds...
I have...
no voice
no freedom - gone
so everlasting
cold is burnin
getting harder to tame
sweet isolation's got me lost
and i cant find me...
~IP23
7 march,2012 wednesday
(this is incomplete)
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