i'm a freak
please, try to understand
i hold my pen funny
and i can't stop thinking about the end
of time
something i'll never see
but oh, i want to so desperately
little mind, steps unsteady
and i'm not ready
to hurdle through the atmosphere
i'll end up somewhere far from here
i'll end up somewhere far from you
in bed i'm fighting civil wars
still don't know what i am here for
some nights come crashing in,
lately i just let them
i like to think we're
on repeat
maybe everything has to end
but when i open my eyes again
we meet
it's good as new
and again, i get to
fall in love with you
it wouldn't be so bad
if i could take you with me, oh
it won't be enough
begging to live forever, no
in bed i'm fighting civil wars
still don't know what i am here for
some nights come crashing in
lately i just let them
there's a great big world out there
my dear, tell me how can it be fair
what will become of me
what will become of you
when we learn to stop time
then for eternity you'll be mine
what will become of me
what will become of you
what will become of me
what will become of you
~Savannah Brown~
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hollow
PoetryI don't know what this is. It's poems that I have written. It's poems that I didn't write. It's old poems. It's new poems. It's happy poems. It's sad poems... Actually, just mainly sad poems.
