In this life time we are the Heavy Locals.
We have to bare the weight of our choices and look to the past for answers for the future.
Our neighbors all wear blood for gloves and we wear blood for clothing.
The scars on our brow fill the canvas of out minds, telling us where we've come from.
Our tears create individual oceans that give the reflection of out lives.
We are known as the Heavy Locals.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
