Trapped

Trapped in this hell soul,
Blinded with fears.
Pull on my hoodie,
Cover my tears.
Marked by the wind,
Gravity takes over.
Wishing and wishing
Someone will love her.
Trapped in this memory,
Knowing none of lives past.
Knowing too much of nothing,
Knowing nothings so vast.
Take a walk on the wild side,
Taking walks just to be.
Take a walk just to know
What true love can mean.
Wishing and wishing
To be blinded again.
Wishing and wishing
For this unknown to end.
Trapped in the puzzle,
Mesmerized by the time.
Give her a muzzle,
So she can speak no rhyme.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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