Poems from A-7
I miss you, and truth be told,
Every night, you're the one, I want to hold,
Close, because, when you're not here,
I feel so alone, I want...
People having their souls sold,
For worthless things, silver and gold,
Ambitious souls seeking riches untold,
Not knowing that their...
I was at my very lowest when I began to assimilate,
That I had become what I most despise and hate,
Better never than late, no wait, better...
Tell me, when did we lose sight of our blessings,
Now we spend our days, worrying and stressing,
About the very things, that we can't...
Isn't it ironic?
We're taken for granted, by those that we love,
Yet we take for granted, those that love us,
Its like a never ending...