midnite oil
precious thing to burn
you live
you learn
everyone takes their turn
madness turns to sadness
in a blink of an eye
but arn't we all blind
staring too hard
trying to find
ways out
adultries play out
mind games
masterpeices
fall underneath
themselves
they tumble down
this fake
upside down frown
drip to the floor
we beat ourselves
just a little bit more
you live
you learn
everyone takes thier turn
midnite oil
a precious thing to burn
1 comment:
wow -- i haven't checked this blog in awhile... i love this poem. beautiful. can i ask what inspired it? and have you made it into a song? em.
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