Following Followers Poem by Crimson Love
Following Followers
Rip me apart, cut me away,
Losing myself, giving up my way,
Ready for the end, even though life has barley begun,
Ready to dash, make a break for it....just run.......
Leave life behind, you don't need it,
following behind, a pack of followers,
Stray away and become the leader,
Fight away your tears that rip away at you,
fall for the right reasons, Not the reasons they give you.
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5/3/2024 4:03:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A belief and a mind of your own. You can not brainwash a stone. Solid and steady. Are you ready? Great Poem, Crimson. I had find the right one to respond back. Sometimes it is not the one you think we should like. But instead a decision has to be made for ourselves.