I paved my way
To the heartless beat
With my worn out hands
And my cold torn feet
The music was strong
Though it tore my ears
Down to the base
Of my unheard fears
And as the musician fell
Without a musical gasp
It was music to my ears
When he released his clasp
That tightly held on
To the past he drug
Behind his dark weary shadows
That made up my love
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
