Take what I can get,
Burn what I don't break,
Promises build a loose bridge,
So maybe,
I'll just stay on this side,
Trust is fickle,
Lies are constant,
Pain is always there,
So here I'll wallow.
Minds can snap so easily,
Like glass dropped,
Again and again,
If it doesn't break,
Up again it goes,
Down again it drops,
So here I'll lay.
Where the lights are dim,
And the sounds muted,
My own little fort,
To hide in forever.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...