Half written poems on discarded paper sheets, all balled up and scattered across the floor
Trying to pick the best of the rhythm while my mind is playing like a broken cassette
Words seems to make no sense any more. Heart broken for no reason, still hoping for good time. Trying to figure out what is wrong with me
Walls moving closer, breathe uneven, tears running down my eyes. Why am I crying?
Rooms so messy, don't know when all this started. I am broken figuring out how to undo my mess and be happy again.
~one last time
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Pandora's Jar
PoetryWhen Pandora opened a jar left in her care containing sickness, death, and many other unspecified evils, which were then released into the world When the jar closed, it was already too late, and hope remained within it waiting to be released. ©Alic...
