Out of reach
I've not turned off this lightOr made wrong things be so right
It's to make myself survive
From this dead feeling to be alive...
You will see how this goes to the end
No more words lying to pretend
What you are, what you won't be
It's what I'mma see.
There's no reason to live
What you don't give
There's no lesson to teach
When you're out of reach...
It's not only 'bout me
Through this empty space
Haven't you found the place
Where this feeling used to be?
You will know I can go on and on
No more choice, now it has been done
It's too late, 'cause it won't last
Now you're part of my past.
Poetry by Roberto Quintero
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Written on 2012-06-24 at 20:03
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