Tempted chances,
And passing glances.
Rumors laugh,
As I am the last man standing.
Heart is gone,
Tore up wrong.
Puzzled, though scattered,
Time's too long.
Dreaming glory,
Sun and storming.
Rain me now,
For pain, no hurry.
Sick of lies,
Tearful eyes.
As my heart shuts down,
The rest of me dies.
Hate this game,
Life is plain.
Keep my sane,
As I begin ashamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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