One little line.
That's how it starts
You took the bait
And now you can't stop
Two little lines
You have to test it one last time
You might get drawn in
But it might be worth trying
Three little lines?
It's too late now
You're hooked on it
Now numb to the feeling
Ten little lines
At least you made it even
It's too late to save you
Now the lines will start to deepen
One big line
And that's how it stops
You were caught and released
But not in the right way
Eleven lines
That's all it took
To take your life
Because no one would look
YOU ARE READING
Listen to the rain as it falls
PoesíaJust poems I wrote, Some are more recent, not quite sure what's going on. I am safe, don't worry, I just need a place to vent in my lowest and highest times. The first 14 were written years ago when I was too young to actually make sense of anythin...
