Eyes searching for sight
Heart searching for love
And with the days it grows
But what would you do
When you get none
And your heart gets ripped and thrown
Sit in the dark
With the lost spark
Dark thoughts slowly grows
And when all is lost
Death is the last
Distraction you will know
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To Live is To Feel
PoetryBeing alive is a lifetime subscription to a rollercoaster ride of emotions and feelings. "To Live is To Feel", is a poetry journal of a young girls life on that rollercoaster. DO NOT COPY!!
