My morals forsake me
The 12 year old in the
Street forsakes me and
Before I know it, I’m all
Alone and I wonder if
I am the best person
I can be or if I’m just
Another one of those
Fakers who projects
This false energy this
Lie to those around me
And I like to think that
I’m good and I like to
Think my door is open
Yet sometimes I like
To close the door for
A little while and not
Let others see what
Is inside me because
Sometimes I am selfish
And sometimes I am
Filled with greed and
Gluttony and the wind
That fills the trees wants
Me to gently glide my
Fingers on strings to
Create music and a
Song from the things
That roll from the inside
6:31pm
May 14, 2017
6:31 PM
the ivory rose