As they endlessly meander
I overhear their banter
Over sorrowful and soundly sunken life
Admit troubles will they not
They had never thought to sought
For someone to grab away the knife
They held it to their neck
Through the thin and through the thick
Their narrow little heart was on parole
But they never though to see
That some who's strange like me
Was attracted to every lost blue soul
For it may be slightly true
That I too can some be blue
And it may be very difficult to control
But for all my life I swear
That now someone will be there
To make sure that you will ever more stay whole.
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A Plethora of Poems.
PoesiaPositive, philosophical, and spiritual poems straight from my mind. I ask that you enjoy and read, even if you are not positive, or philosophical, or spiritual. (Love you beautiful people) <3 <3 <3 (Will be updated constantly) (This book...
