Separated As we become separated Driven in to different directions until I can no longer see you as I look over my shoulder Nothing in front and nothing behind like a deep black nothing Filled in with what little colour remains I follow the road ahead which takes me one step closer to home Or one step closer to learning who I really am Nobody knows me well enough to tell me So I must find for myself what I’m meant to be And then maybe I can tell others And then others can tell me
Reason for writing:
Don't spend your whole lives searching for someone. For some people it's like searching forever until you cant anymore. Is it realy worth all that
Birth sign: Libra
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