Alas… this is me Pouring out my poetry Unfortunately none would exist Were it not for life’s limitless bliss Admit Only One: Life’s Sham I was handed the ticket and here I am Is life really all that flashy and fun Utterly mine has not yet begun Deteriorating in a quite trite state Shall true content arrive before my fate Many “smiles” are fooled upon these lips As meaningful as hulls lacking ships Inside will I ever truly spark a smile Residing in this lost and lonely aisle Unconsciously I pace it every day Wading through woes along the way Mental confusion… always apposing Gates to answers… coldly closing Melancholy is the straitjacket for me Yet the matter… is it momentary?
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Birth sign: Taurus
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