Run...run... it's going to catch you. Your run to the cliffs. It stands 3 feet from you. It smiles, showing needle sharp teeth. It takes a step towards you. You take one step back and fall. Wind rushes past. Your hair whips around your face. It stands at the edge, watching you as you hit the water. The current takes you under. You lose all fight. You drift up... it smiles and takes your soul.
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Poems for the broken
PuisiI started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could...
