She was crippled by envy realizing perfect she will never be Tears with jagged edges she cried Disillusioned she maybe as her true wish was to be a bride Cautionary tales of tomorrow hope was the only thing she borrowed. Wavy blood lines of emotion get twisted and turned into a messy display of unkept
There are different shades of green but green nonetheless. “Why’d you go back to your old job” is the question I get asked most often, “I guess the grass wasn’t greener on the other side, huh?” said with a grin. I find this question or reasoning quite false. Grass is always a shade of green
Throughout his life and in the eye of his men he stood on a raised platform But inside, this man struggled His struggles took him to search for a reason A reason unknown, he questioned a higher power With no answer in sight the man continued to struggle A hidden force took control and held him