The amount of times I cried
I could never count on two hands
For my teary eyed days
need more fingers
I can't say I never lied
everyone understands
My love still stays
as your hold on my heart lingers
A twisted soul like yours
made me stay as summer turned to fall
My mind fought through many wars
while you watched, standing tall
Those days of driving to you were over in October
I needed to live in the trees, not the ocean
But to let go I had to be sober
making that idea never take motion
Little did I know
for he is no man, the boy I loved
He could put on a Conjurer's show
and make women feel like his magically appearing doves
I cried myself dry as I wished and waited for the boy in the sea
but he left it behind to live in the trees
He watched me drain myself and heard me plea
From the same tree I cried in, he lived without me
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Hallucinating In Gold
PoetryPoetry about a year of love, loss, pain, and beauty. Even the bad parts were somewhat beautiful. I had slipped back into my disorder Fell in love for the first time Fought with my depression Turned to drugs and became addicted Found the spiritual...
