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

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Free-Spirited_Wolf's picture

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. 


*~I know I'm blessed, but I'm cursed to ~ NF*

Carcass's picture

Guess I enjoy doing it all

Guess I enjoy doing it all wrong. Heh

Free-Spirited_Wolf's picture

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. 


*~I know I'm blessed, but I'm cursed to ~ NF*

eleven_eleven's picture

i like this, but would like

i like this, but would like to see this longer

Carcass's picture

Thank you, but I kinda like

Thank you, but I kinda like it short.

eleven_eleven's picture

writer's rights :)

writer's rights :)