Life is good like a flower in bloom
Taking deep breaths ..smelling the perfume
And what seems like heaven falls into your lap
But beware for the great is often a trap
Happiness abounds ..all sorrow is gone
Talking all night until the break of dawn
Like a feather resting on the edge of a blade
This delicate life is only what its made
Mistakes drawn long ….hard on the soul
myself to blame for a life in this hole
Have nothing to offer..no cash to spend
other than to be your unwavering friend
Giving everything you can muster from deep down inside
They give nothing in return …except your butchered pride
Wanting ..needing ….yet they turn their back
fissures appear from what was once a small crack
The kind gestures become lost …soon forgotten
Anger wells up …become… bitter ..and rotten
For these are trying times for the true real men
Soul becomes numb like an opium den
bounties always go to the least deserving
So much for the good deeds of the kind and the serving
Like the saying goes ..the nice finish last
especially one with my kind of past
So I lock myself away in a cold dark room
And wait for the next flower to bloom
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