we just needed eachother
couldn't ask for anymore
screaming out for the other
bodies keep hitting the floor
lover from another mother
can't keep me outside the door
shit's higher than high tide
gotta steer clear, steer wide
don't have time for anything
chirps and caws, birds sing
number than numb, feel nothing
wondering when you'll get around
when you'll stop making sound
of darkness and deliverance
when all you'll ever be capable of
is wetting your fucking pants
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
