My Writing

The Rumour

The rumours are true
Every word, every lie
Of heart and to the bone
That I am nothing more
And forever more
A hear that is filled
With love and a bit of hate
A mind that is filled
With madness and a bit of sadness
A soul that is filled
With peace and a bit of war
An ego that is filled
With pride and a bit of doubt
The rumours are true
Every word, every lie
Of heart and to the bone
That I am…
Exactly what they say I am

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