4Faultless by design
traces my heart so pure
or not...
Dimensions across the waves
tunes of sorrow fade
but i remember
Little pieces
don't mean a thing
do they?
Not to you.
You,
with your precious life
no sorrows for you,
No, you wont allow.
But from others,
Be my guest.
your sly eyes
your narcissistic thought
you don't care about anyone but you.
But I care.
I care about me and my sanity.
Friends?
Nay, oh sorry mare,
distracted by society
I don't think so.
Not me.
I will not be dragged down,
a helpless thing .
I am me.
the end.