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Doing it All Wrong
Sometimes the simple things get lost in translation
Like love and hate and violence in mass congregation
No one ever blamed us for our failures while we were young
No one ever told us we were doing it all wrong
I wish I had a hand to lead me down this road
It’s been so long; my feet are tired of treading this alone
Think I’d like to meet an angel like I hear in every song
No one ever told me I was doing it all wrong
Great write. I do think more
Great write. I do think more could be added to it, but only you really know if you want to add more or not.
Sometimes we have to be our own guide.
*~Be Legendary ~ Ian Mascoe*
Guess I enjoy doing it all
Guess I enjoy doing it all wrong. Heh
It's your poem. So it's not
It's your poem. So it's not wrong. Thing about poetry, you can't do wrong with it. You don't even have to use proper grammar.
*~Be Legendary ~ Ian Mascoe*