Freedom in Despair
Freedom in Despair
Being set free and feel
the touch of a stranger
to see their true colors
and how they loved me so
Showing their passion
buried beneath a diary
a single rose to give
and now i should understand
This is not freedom
a single touch of the war
and painted dead black
with it's melacholy way
Passionate with no passion
free with no freedom
twisted with black and red
a stranger broght through
a long, lost war
Yes this was certain
this was love
love and hate
all will do the same
destroy me
poem by Devon Maxwell
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