there'll never be seas as greenish as your eyes
no grass is as soft as your nose
every day i sit in my skin, sad and undeserving
your ideas sink in my skull like rocks
never to come out
the scenery will never be as beautiful as you
the breeze will never be as nice as you.
feels like every breath i take brings me closer
no matter how many times you told me it was fine
i knew it was all a mistake
humor me with you trying to let me down easy
when ive heard this sickly song
atleast 3 times before
while i sit in my dreams
you don't sing along
while i scream out these songs
if you're not the singing type, it's fine
just wish you didn't leave me behind
but i guess nobody gets exactly what they want
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 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
