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since the age of 13 ive been writing poetry...i cant stop if I tried |
Fall From Grace When it all started it was not meant to end this way, A distant memory Faced with pain A thought of our past a burn that’s so easy to explain All there was Lost in the time but it wasn’t much? So why do we cry It was like a wonderful dream But I knew id wake up A lacking promise filled way over the top When I lost when I came to past I fell and fall forever through the past So lost in what is real that my mind lacks any truth in what I believe I feel But its ok I know that it is Even if my heart is so soar from my pestering mind Its all a sacred design To watch us fall from grace Maybe to never come back again When we do that old feeling will linger Leaving us feel so distant Distant from the present Distant from reality Because theres that other half of me So untamed so ashamed so fucked up So deranged to believe to conceive that what was there What was false was true Because theres that heart that beats the same beat it beat For a time But it’s a distant rhyme lost to the ages Lost to the war To the god To the man whos got one hand One leg One eye One half a mind To the half of me That is all that’s left This is my fall from grace A cowards escape? Perhaps but who would know only the ones who were there for that sacred show Is it evil is it sad Or is it something you see everyday hidden from the view of eyes A great leap that we all take A dive off the bridge to the fall That we have chosen But we feel it has chosen us What difference does it make As the clouds follow us As the ground approaches us for that rock bottom reality The sharp truth that approaches That doom that never stops whispering at every corner At every sign At ever light that we pass by Alone at that last moment this why I cry This is why I hurt This is why I feel so damned alert At every look and every snear Its all just a need to feel that this eventual place of fate will be witnessed And shared Held together from the destruction A human body so sacred in its presence So comforting in its commitment That one begins to accept that this fall is part off it all But no It’s the eventual acceptance That bloody god damn acceptance That we are alone So much does it hurt So much does it scatter our will and desire That we trip over that other half of us that holds on to that past memory beginning the fall The fall from grace from you And all the world To what end I say none No matter what events transpire Forever a part will fall |