Life’s sharpest pain
Is its sharpest angle
Deep down
I hope it’s a angel
Pain was caused
Joy was it
Summer left me
To fall
But how can I
When winter is so cold
I guess I’ll bounce
Like a spring
In a box
No mattress
Just a address
To mail this letter
Without a stamp
I guess she’ll
Do better
I stepped up
Guess we all change
Like a landmark
On a map.
What was once there
Now isn’t
Now what was isn’t
I’m missing
Like a pond
No fishes
I’m bait
Now tell me
Why I’m really fishing.


Written By B.T.Y. In 2013


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