Listening History
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Poetry By Mitchell Dean Doyle
Time is seamless but full of hope and dreamers,
those that cant cope so throw rope to be missed.
Some drive beamers, for some life is cream-less,
some have notes, some don't but still feel rich.
For some it's Jesus, for some it's to be a realist,
but as only some will feel this, still its for non to feel dissed.
As non are peerless & non are truly fearless,
cos no one is numb to the drum as death comes to those dearest.. !
Throughout my restless slumber. I lay awake and cant help but wonder. Am I losing faith in myself or am I just going under.. ?
In and out I delve and ponder. Taking thoughts off the shelf and asunder them into artworks and words I feel so urged to mutter.. !
From her rosy red cheeks
and cheeky little grin
To the way that she speaks
had me creeping in my skin
A sole blink of an eye
leaked a sneak peek within
She was a girl with a destiny
and a date with sin.. !
It seams, oh so simple don't it. But you won't, so it don't and you ho
