Graffiti decorations,
Under a sky of dust.
Overwhelming waves of tension,
On top of broken trust.
All the lessons that you taught me,
I learned were never true.
Now I find myself in question,
They point the finger at me again:
Guilty be association,
You point the finger at me again.
I want to run away,
And never say goodbye.
I want to know the truth,
Instead of wondering why.
I want to know the answers,
No more lies.
I want to be redeemed,
And open up my mind.
Paper bags and angry voices,
Under a sky of dust.
These constant waves of tension,
Have more than filled me up.
All the lessons that you taught me,
I learned were never true.
Now I find myself in question,
They point the finger at me again:
Guilty be association,
You point the finger at me again.
I want to run away,
And never say goodbye.
I want to know the truth,
Instead of wondering why.
I want to know the answers,
No more lies.
I want to be redeemed,
And open up my mind.
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2 comments:
It is really great chris, you should became a writer, always follow your dreams.
really great poem, you have a great talent.
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