

Watching LifeWatching LifeWatching Life
A silent life Of untrue masks And idle conversations Routines we follow Customs we at adhere to As life Passes us by


The Setting SunsThe sun gradually falls out of sight Leaving behind bright streaks of orange and red That forms a collage of colors and clouds Another day has come and gone Another day a colorless blur For here I sit watching As life plays out before me Through these unseeing eyes Same routine Same boredom Same emptiness That leaves me dreading The coming of a new day Then some color cuts though the haze An out reached hand of friendship A smile, a wave, a greeting An acknowledgement that I can be seen Or even something as simple as a hug It’s for momeThe Setting Suns
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Tell her you're searching for her soul. :3
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i won't ever let you fall
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i won't ever let you fall
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i won't ever let you fall
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things are not as they seem....
and nor are they otherwise
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Tell her you're searching for her soul. :3
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things are not as they seem....
and nor are they otherwise
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Tell her you're searching for her soul. :3
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