Went low,
Went high,
Came back,
And wondered why.
There's a reason for everything,
An explanation for all,
Except for things that matter.
Like the people that faded away,
The heart that got broken,
The reality that got shook.
What's the reason for all that?
No reason.
Just the deep yet lame explanation of;
That's how it was meant to be.
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My Painful Plea
PoetryI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
