what are we crying for?
The first sign we were missing
the something left to satisfy.
The feisty spirit we bring
into the world of which we meet.
We hold the hands, friends
Yet, we're still missing
Piece.
The clear voice, the camaraderies
of choice.
Hanging on, but quickly lost.
How much does this piece
Cost?
Turning backs, quenching
whats left, of what is missing.
New hands to hold,
the old has to go.
Nostalgia grips so bold.
I lose myself.
I slashed my rights.
For granted, causes all I lost.
Yet though its cold,
I let it lull
Search for what, search for which.
Often lost in desperation.
Confusion.
We lose ourselves.
The simple joys, are plastic toys.
Disposable decoys
To Us.
I don't regret, I can't forget.
Pause to breathe, the silence brings
emptiness deep within.
Missing links,
Piece of thinks.
Never found,
Forever bound.
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