Standing there upon a seat
I loose my respect from you
Why do I worry to do
Doing it for and against
A man divided across them
I live to serve your shined gems
And then my torn heart wakes again
You can not rest what's right to sleep
Even if it's wrong by thee
Did you not give me a heart
Was not it intended to beat
To love like you do those who breathe
The stars to your moon inflict sleep
So did the moon truly bid these
To bid against the hearts you beat
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
