Wednesday, 17 May 2023

Not Anymore

I won't hold your hand anymore 
I won't scale mountains 
as I did before 
for I have earned nothing but pains 

I'll watch you trip and fall 
but I won't extend my hand 
I know I won't mean nothing at all
when you get a few grand

I won't jump over a mole hill 
Neither will I cross a puddle 
I won't care how you feel 
for you are nothing but trouble 

I have fixed my eyes on the horizon 
Sadly, I do not catch a glimpse of your picture 
Gladly, I have escaped a prison 
Of fake and pretentious love 

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