My mind says it's all wrong
The wrath has been going on
For too long
It hurts I can't take back your song
It's etched in my brain
Lyrics are endless and the same
Maybe that's why the effect is the main
Pages of black and white writing
Are what never stop from prying
Into the ruins of this high mountain
Of biking
Reaching the top only to come back down to your dislikings
The pressure of the air is summoned
You reach a point that can cause tear
You cannot bear another breath
Tired of this meth
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Lost Poems
PoetryLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
