Rose-Colored Glasses Shattered
Rose-Colored Glasses Shattered
Hundreds of thoughts
Cannot accurately display
The dismal, gray life
I'm trying to portray.
Love is a part of life
And so is death.
We lose a little of ourselves
With each and every breath.
With the morning of each new day
A false hope is brought.
And dissapointment sets in
When happiness is not sought.
We wonder around aimlessly,
Thinking we knew what to do-at first.
However, it is clearly evident to me
That each of us is cursed.
Doomed to live a life
Full of happy times and heartache.
Whoever said that life
Was a piece of cake?
