Will I be the one who quit?
Will it rip, the sweater I knit?
Will the guilt ever fit?
Will I ever stop and commit?
Will I ever just admit?
Will I fly like that blue-tit?
Will I have that benefit?
Will I become the hypocrite?
Will I judge the ripping misfit?
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Will I ever make it?
YOU ARE READING
We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
