Wondering, by Jessie27James Subscribe to rss feed for Jessie27James

I wondered the streets all my days doing as I pleased
Stabbed, shot at or beaten
Nothing bothered me
Times healed a wound and have distanced me from my
yesterdays
But now I wake to a mocking hour that haunts my every single
day
Behind four walls I found my world that I didn’t think
exists
Then behind these same walls it was ripped away
Whether I was bad or good
The tease is like a virgins game
If not now but then when
I just hope these walls don’t collapse
And keep what I need deep within
King of the mountain, I know I’ll be forever even more
As long as I can keep this gem with me
B/c it’s all I’ve been looking for
I’d shoot it up
Burn it into my skin, cold and dead
But it doesn’t matter b/c its mine until the very end
Posted: 2012-08-05 14:50:48 UTC

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