AltoCerulia72

Some people choose to see Only the bad things, the misery Little Amy, without her dad Gone within a blink, like a pop culture fad The young boy on the street No shoes to warm his feet He tries to find a job But is forced to only rob The man in a big house Containing only him and the plants to dowse Without his wife Why should he keep his life? But the other ones know how to view Looking with rose-colored glasses, though pairs there are few Drama is funny, when you look back Later we'll laugh about the tact we used to lack Arriving late to a meeting, is nothing compared To the horrible experiences, others have shared Mismatc

Why do they do as they do Act as they act Without care for each other As if their words have no impact I cannot throw bricks In my small house of glass I must now admit, of myself I've made an ass On numerous occasions I've spouted the wrong letters A similar situation To the pillow's lost feathers Once they slip, they are gone The words float away Out of reach, but only barely When you speak your mind, consequences you must pay Whether you're thinking straight Or a bit crazily at the time Use the chance you've been given Every syllable, sublime If you could go back To just before the attack Would you choose to change?