Is this real
Training wheels
Forever ride
I'm terrified
Fire flies
Watch them die
Only hope
I can't cope
Without their burn
I'll never learn
To let go
Of ghosts
Like most
But my house
Is made of pouts
It is a shell
In which I fell
Upon by fate
He must hate
My little self
Even thought iv knelt
He doesn't want to listen
He doesent know I need him
Iv never had to seek divine
But nowadays I waste my time
Hoping that he's there
To come take care
But it is so hard to believe that he means well
When my life is only living hell
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
