I sold my soul
for a dollar
and three cents.
I gave away
my thoughts
for only a small fee.
I spilled my guts
to whoever
was willing
to cut me loose.
Now I have enough money
to buy your love once more,
because I did it all
for just one more
moment with you
all because
I miss you
so fucking much
that it hurts to think
about the fact
I'll be alone
once more
when you're gone
after the moment runs up.
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What you would give just to get to spend one more day, minute, and second to be able to be with them for just a few more moments before they're gone again.
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Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
