Saturday, February 18, 2012

Ratchet

I don't know what they told you.
But some minds are like a prison.
A hell that some can't find their ways out of. A loss.
And if your lucky, that was just a time. A place.

And I don't know what they told you
About life either.
Some are worse than prisons.
Some don't have hope,
Some have everything and more.

And if they ever mention anything
About love.

The only thing I hope they tell you,
Is that it's worth it.

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