Had my execution the day I was born
Got blamed for everything that's been torn
Ruined tomorrow while yesterday is yet unknown
Messed up the world while I'm alone
Why am I so guilty to the bone?
Destined to misery before I could speak
Without having strength accused of being weak
Before I opened my eyes things were bleak
Left without an actual road to seek
Why am I so guilty in a way so unique?
I just woke up
Time for my prosecution again
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"Destined to misery before I could speak
Without having strength accused of being weak
Before I opened my eyes things were bleak
Left without an actual road to seek
Why am I so guilty in a way so unique?"
These. Lines. Adorable.
Oh fuck, girl you stick to the talent of yours. I could never get sick of anything you write. This one is near perfection.
The best.
Love <3
alev: guilty of being unique... well i must say you have my vote for being my favorite poem writer!!!
*blushes* Thanks so much! :)
the rhyme again, great skill 'allie' :P :D
and dont always blame youre self, come on. :S
oh and another amazing poem of yours =)
Hahaha, it was a bad karma day. xD Thanks. :D
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