There is no other mystery, than the mystery of oneself, relinquishing all hope to that of guilt.
L is for the way your lips touch mine
i is for the way insanity rides
e is the emptiness I feel, every day as I try to deal
s is for the seriousness, it’s all a game until it’s quits.
sad and haunting ..a real feel of loneliness here …cleverly done thank you x x
Thank you, Kez. I’m glad you felt it. I wanted the loneliness to be felt throughout, and the reader to connect with the loneliness. We’ve all heard the lies, honey. ♥
Lonely words. The emptiness is heavy.
Lonely is all I’ll ever be, ridin’ the lies people continue to spit at me.
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