Reaching the sunset
I feel like being wrecked
Not by the heat
But by the shit you throw at me
I can't see with my eyes
Cause it covered when i cries
Would you lend me your tissue
Or would you tell me to look at the sun
Sorry for all the tears
Hope you dont take me downstairs
To the shore where you put the hammer
And left me dying in midsummer
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Pick Me Up at the Carnival (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe journey at the carnival is not as fun anymore, the pain has shifted back and forth and nobody will tell the character how to escape them.
