"Oh I’m fine." But darling, My legs would certainly say otherwise. But you can’t see What’s hidden from your eyes. And I’ll keep telling these lies ‘Till the summer skies Turn black against my eyes Where all is free and quiet to be As “fine” as I want.
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Depressing Poems
PoesíaTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
