Can I borrow your skeleton ?
lost mine
I am a soul captivated by time left behind
I always hate the way I'm
but cannot do any thing about it
since I'm a soul
I don't have heart, hands or mind
created for the reason undetermined
my fellows hate me
I'm just a soul left behind
years have passed
phases of love, pain, lonely nights and rains
some think something is DRASTICALLY wrong
I used to think its life and all is fine
but still I don't have a friend or enemy behind
is my existence an illusion ?
or to die one day I struggle and survive
here caged by the society, pressure and mind
they took my skeleton
and my SOUL cannot move
because earth sucks, Gravity behind
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presently staying in a yahoo server
help me redefine
ill wait till you come
i hate to talk but anyways
I'm ONLINE
(now this last stanza was nonsense but it truly represents how fast things change)
