I used to seek attention
But now I let it all go
It became an addiction
A slight fixation
Upon that happy sensation.
I clung to it in desperation.
But now more
I turn away. I walk alone
No more to silently roam
For my actions I must atone.
I used to seek attention
But now I let it all go
It became an addiction
A slight fixation
Upon that happy sensation.
I clung to it in desperation.
But now more
I turn away. I walk alone
No more to silently roam
For my actions I must atone.
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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