In the dark hued
Blue evenings,
And lonely nights
Of summer
I would listen
To sad songs
And
Cry,
I'd cry, cry, cry
But only on the inside,
I was falling apart and
No one noticed
The world
Is falling apart
And
No one notices
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hopeless breather
Poetrya collection of substandard poetry written by a substandard poet which delves into the depths of the poet's beliefs, experiences and hopes in order to help the poet understand himself those depths and their significance. Also the photos used are the...
