I have to find
The end of my light
Because I want to change
But twenty three just isn't me
I'd prefer to stay sixteen
Where concerts are the holy grail
And grunge is the only bible need
I could stand here still
Waiting for you
Show me a sign
I was created for you
You tore my heart into pieces
But now,
My revenge will have to wait
Because you only find love
When you've come undone
I'd rather stay sixteen
Where I am a cigarette mess
Wrapped in feelings
Cold as night
In flannel red as dripping veins
With a need for nicotine
I was undone by your love
Sliding down my face
Like rose petals in the river
Like I said,
What difference does it make
When twenty three just isn't me
And seething tounges
Won't keep you warm tonight
And I'm too tired
As I'm feeling rather sick and ill
Today
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Poetry for Dying to
PoetryThis is a poetry book mainly consisting of freelance poetry and deep thoughts. It may make you think about the deeper aspects of life. It will not be complete any time soon, but will be added to as time goes on. Everything here is mine, and mine on...
