It’s the logic that I fail to see
When beauty turns to rust
Why must I have the magical key
When the lock is just lost?
Do you ever feel you have the answers
But the questions are just missing?
Feels like pain from stings of cancers
While its the healing of potions hissing
Mislead in the expectations of my assumptions
Visions solid yet lack a form
What I am and who to be
Wishes lost in this vicious storm
Did I loose you in my rambling?
It’s just the question I need to ask
Why do I have the magical key
When it’s the door I cannot see














Devious Comments
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"I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you cant. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside."
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poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg
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Forza soccerism, macro photo
i only listen to rock and roll
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poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg
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Forza soccerism, macro photo
i only listen to rock and roll
--
poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg
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Come away O human child.
To the waters and the wild.
With a faery hand in hand.
For the world's more full of weeping.
Than you can understand.
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poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg
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