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A collection of poetry I wrote when I was addicted to the sadness that a love brought upon me.

Limbo

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by charliezoza1

by charliezoza1

I see you there,
With your arms crossed in that chair;
You're just waiting for the dice.
Well, honey, gamblers aren't that nice.

Floating out there,
With the water in your hair,
You think the tide will just carry you.
Well, baby, that tide won't save you.

I know you don't want me, baby.
But if it's alright, I was hoping
I could help you roll the dice.
If it's alright, I could sail and
Save you.

I don't want you to die,
I wouldn't be able to look in your Eyes;
To see that stormy sea,
To feel it inside of me.

So sweet,
So pure.
For me,
There's no place I'd rather be.