I can't stand
waking up alone,
I can't stand
not being near you
bone to bone,
I can't stand,
being lost away from home,
I can't stand,
starring at things for so long,
lifeless like a stone,
I can't stand,
late nights
not listening
to my ringtones knowing i got a friendly phone call,
I can't stand,
thousand blankets,
but deep inside I feel all cold,
I can't stand,
amnesia controlling you
over what I all told.
I can't stand,
my paintings you let go
or the idea that you eventually got
them sold.
I can't stand,
that's just the real you,
no shock
you can't say it's your all time bold actions.
I can't stand,
how you lied and said I'm your gold,
oh well I guess you were selfishly wrong.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
