My Metallica, poetry by Sharona Reeves at Spillwords.com
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My Metallica

My Metallica

written by: Sharona Reeves

 

Take time to understand the madness behind the man, reason for the stare, why there must always be a plan, and that some things you best not dare; as the words that run with the pen, understand the “me” in “you,” a self-reflection of inner methods of which are more often than not, misdirected. Let’s not forget the passion behind the sadness and the fact that at one point, you got exactly what you asked for. Let’s not forget the train wreck we once called life, the hayride, and the time we all walked away. Remember the pain, only to be prepared for the flight. Let’s wear this armor tight, never know when it will be time to fight, no time to cry. I’ve sighed the last sigh. I am coming to a breakthrough with all my might, in definition, comparative to a locomotive. I have no time to stop now; the heart is explosive—Detonated, and now, un-detained with no way to explain the bittersweet symphony influenced by sober epiphanies.

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