All you are to me is just deadweight.
I bared my soul, but you didn't accept it.
So I walked away.
I moved on.
Now here you are back again.
Hanging on to my waist.
Trying to drag me down.
I've let go and I can't let you tear me down.
I'll do what ever it takes.
I'll cut you from me.
I just need to get rid of the deadweight.
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AFTER HOURS
PoetryI have come to realize that the after hours are when I am truly and fully open with myself. In, the night I am left alone with thoughts that are both cheerful and dark. After Hours is a collection of thoughts and poems inspired by the night and the...
