I use to think it was stupid
For someone to be so sad
Over a break up or even just a break
Until it was me lying on the floor
Gasping for air asking myself
Why am I not good enough?
Why does everyone I love
Get taken away from me
Why does there always
be a empty place in my heart
Than I understood
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
