Brandon Brooks Poems

love is a hard thing to explain
love is not a feeling nor a emotion
it is a passion
a passion for someone
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moving must be a crime
leaving freinds behind
just to rot away in time
locked deep in your mind
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will you take a seat
to gamble with fate
will you try your luck
to gamble with fate
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Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
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why are we the vermin of this place
descrating are home like a forgoten tomb
we are the bugs of this world
hiding the stars behind the fume
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a life is meaningless
if it does not have a purpose
a life is meaningless
if it will not have a purpose
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why do so many have to bleed everyday
they bleed so that we can live
why do so many die everyday
they die so that we can be free
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the world is an endless cycle
always repeating
never ending
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the souls that are stained
they are black
the souls that are drained
they are white
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When You Die, What Happens
Do you beacome an empty husk
or do you rot away till dusk
only the dead know
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