White Trash Lifestyles


Disbelief of your tragic grief.
Has no relief.
I guess we should rest.

Have tranquility in your ability.
Doubts abominate my fate.

You shouldn't have lied about being on my side.
Can you make it So I don't have to wait?

Isolate the fears you create.
Swallow the hate.
The critics don't accommodate.

Don't follow the void that is hollow.
THAT IS INSANE IN YOUR BRAIN.
With only yourself to blame.
Standing barefoot & naked in the pouring rain.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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