Oh, how the wheels turn
And the cycle begins again
I know that I'm not the hero
That I wished I would be back then
But even an aching body
That the sands of time have worn down
Can still dream just like a child
A smile won't always turn to a frown
The weariness and decay,
And the sighing and yawning too
I can still get through that
If I know that it's for you
I just don't want you to worry
Please trust me when I say I'm okay
And whether it's true or not,
You'll have to find out another day
Get caught in a doomsday dance with a black cat
And stumble through future and past
Honesty always goes first, but
The lies are going to last
October is only fun when it's over
But it never feels like it will end
It's filled with sadness and destruction
That only November will mend
After all, when bad luck runs wild,
And there's no gem to be found,
What will the clock's hands revolve around?
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Poetry
PoetryIdk sometimes I write stuff I guess. Some of it's alright and I don't know where else to put it so I'll just put it all here Most of them are very personal and some of them may not make sense to anyone. I write these mostly for myself, but I figured...
