Literature
What is left...
At the end of the day
Word is not in the vicinity of me
I let it die in me
Are you happy?
I know I should come back
But Im taking my time
Tired of fighting, tired of warfare
Year for this, Year for that
Just be straight, no one likes a tease
In a trailer sure, but the movie has to exist
Pointless if it doesnt
Spiritual things, I act and type like I dont care
But I do, I guess Im making my way back to You
All i ask is that You remember my dad
Because........surely he deserves it
And not me, like You would have anyway
Reading this, it looks like blasphemy
But really, thats how I feel
I fight my greates