the sky around me tells me when it's time.
distant eyes tell me whether i'm wrong, or right.
i know i shouldn't care half the time but they're taxed into my spine.
if i turn left or right, i'm slapped w/ their fines.
their eyes hurt my mind, they've got it working overtime.
am i okay?
do i look fine?
have i messed up again?
damn, what am i?
what if i'm always doing wrong,
never understanding right?
what if i stopped caring? would i just die?
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SkyView (POETRY)
Poesíathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
