Pardon my French,
but just fuck off.
Sorry.
No.
I take that back.
Ha, god help.
Dizzily.
It's a pain sometimes.
And I can't go on like a confused
Child?
These are silent tears
These are
People don't ask me what's wrong. But I can't go on without you
Thus
I really
Really
Need you to
Leave
YOU ARE READING
The Aggravated Mind
PoesíaEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
