Pure Feeling
Isn't it funny how we all end up in dirt?
Its not about the money
or the way in which you have to work...
to get what you want in this life we live!
We give, we give, we give everything...
I hear the echoes of the angels as they sing
from the throne above which you think is owned by the kings
but this, this right here is what destiny
its what destiny brings.
The feeling from a place they can not feel
because the reflection of your eyes shines through
and shows you your real
and the poem is in the heart of the letter
the envelope you seal
the party is not a celebration of life
because there is no party left for you in the dark of the night.
Isn't it funny? Its not funny, not no more
you see the life you don't want behind the closed door
and its not pure! Its not pure!
like the feeling, like the feeling
it has no meaning...
not no more.
poem by Daniel McCann
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