Sometimes in order to live...
You have to let yourself die.
Sometimes in order to thrive,
You have to let yourself survive.
Sometimes in order to see,
You have to let yourself be blind.
Sometimes in order the breath,
You have to let yourself suffocate.
Sometimes in order to stop everything,
You have to let yourself go on forever.
Sometimes to fall in love,
You have to let yourself burn.
Sometimes to feel the good,
You have to let the bad slip through your fingers and crawl all over you.
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoesíaThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
