I think I'm a bit lost
Broken and in exhaust
Tired of falling with no arms to catch me
Tired of falling in the sea
To bad I know how to swim
Or I could drown and fall from this rim
I would cross my arms and fall into the stars
But instead I'm here choking on the smoke of cigars
I'd sway in the tree my feet off the ground
I might find a place where you have never frowned
I wish I still believed in good
I wish I still misunderstood
The evil is clawing at my heart and mind
Being this way screws with me and makes me blind
I think I want to leave this place
Why'd I have to make mistakes
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoesíaEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
