Twisted life, I seem to own, My paths were never paved with gold, I walk, for this I always will, 'Till the life of me has come to still. Unparalleled roads, I trend upon, Never was I asked for a grey poupon, Being the way I like to be, But as it seems, a huge penalty. I got lucky on a valentines' day, I met a darling along my way, He charmed the pants out of me, He sent my fireworks exploding free. Much too good to be true, The bubble we held had finally boomed, Broke my heart and down it went, my soul, my life but not my fate. Twisted life, I seem to own, My paths were never paved with gold. I walk, for this I always will, 'till the life of me has come to still.
Reason for writing:
This year, I seem to have serial of bad lucks and I lost the
guy that I love. So I composed that poem - in a way - to
tell myself that I'm not dead yet.
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