The world of asking and taking
The world of distilled love and bad tasting accidence's
To return back to this is painful and in just
To ruin the heart is to condemn the soul
To pour nothing is to receive everything later to be destroyed
The power that cares nothing for the living love
But hate the cares that it brings
Should I be such a individual
Should I pour nothing to the world and ask for nothing
Should I give nothing to only receive every bit of pain and anguish
Can I say nothing to life but have everything told to me
Can I be that cold and that heartless
Can those around me see the icy cold blood flow from my veins
Can the claim that they know me with more admiration than me
Can they see that I am now growing into the society brand name
The words they use to clarity and classify the young ladies of today
Can I be considered that brain washed drawn out group lead wonder
That image of personalize death
With no emotion
No compassion
No regard for the destiny tailored thing called life
I…can not
I cant place my life in the hands of hopeless individuals
I can not see myself falling in line of the dead black and white
I can not see the torn bridges that led some to the depth of their on hell
Its easy for some to say they can go back to the world they once knew
Like a page turned which can be read over again
But the words layed down are forever written in the stars above
The words spoken out in the destitute of this life can no longer be replayed
Reread
Redone
Only the quarters we seep through
Spring, summer, autumn and now winter
To harden the heart to sing a song of death
To greet the cold with open arms
To walk the icy cold ground with frost bitten feet
I can shall not go out like that
I shall remain open to all who deserve me
But close to those on a war path to destroy me
This is my testament open for all to see
My out loud commentary
Open and ready to be judge
Sincerely Yours,
Winter Choices
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