But only a mystery

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by WorldSixtyFour, Sep 9, 2014.

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  1. Each leave will eventually fall from the tree, along with my patience for humanity.
    To find a decent friend in a world like this is like trying to find a decent friend in a world like this.
    to each trouble, double follows.
    to each wind I stand but fall to the ground again.
    Wishing upon a life of good creed, But i must be on top and take the lead.
    she tries to be my friend, but my personality doesn't trust
    but is it that? or is it that my form of trust as rust
    I can't figure out why would she chose me?
    she tells me everyday about my specialty
    which i make her smile, even just for a while
    and eventually we both saw it at the same time.
    one leave stayed on the tree and we were friends at the same time...

    - But only a mystery
     
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