You drifted,
towards the easy way out.
Pretending you knew
what life was all about.
You turned
Away from destiny.
To scared to face
how your life would be.
You trusted
what you thought you saw.
And played the games
in spite of that one flaw.
You hide
beneath your wings of fire.
Shielded from the ice
that would cool your desire.
You wait
in hopes that you survive.
And grasp at straws
to keep your dreams alive.
You cry,
though you knew all along,
this kind of love
has always been wrong.
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Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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