Sitting and waiting,
All your darkest secrets,
Poking at the surface,
Escaping.
Don't let them flee,
Spin faster and faster
Don't let them be,
They will escape you.
Sit in your swivel chair,
That child you are,
Child of no innocence,
Simply with no diligence.
Hold on to them,
To all you have,
You pretend it's not lost,
But it's been gone all along.
Just sit their in your swivel chair,
You'll change yourself,
You'll cut your hair,
And scar your face.
The secrets cannot be replaced,
Poking at the surface,
Waiting,
Escaping.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
