Like lost tears in the rain,
No one can feel your pain.
Just as time cannot replace what's lost —
My hands can never hold what's in my heart...I only hate
Because they made me hate.
It made me hate...
People,
Life,
Myself.
Who you are should not be measured in skin,
whether fat or thin,
young or old,
short or tall,
clever or dull.Yeah, I'm a sinner,
but more of a sacrifice...
I knew if I stayed,
you'd turn me into what you wanted...And even what you didn't.
But I guess that's the high price of rent.
Some people you have to love from afar,
And some not at all.
Some people are forgiven,
Even if they don't know they are.
But some people are truly lost,
Never to be found.
And then there are those,
Who are never around.Such sweet lies
Borne of cruelty...
Though we may never know,
Is fluent ambiguity.
Like a brilliant sunrise,
It never lasts long —
Tears are like fire,
Burning a hole in your soul.
So the night runs away with you,
No moon ever sets twice —
But that's the price you pay,
When you dwell in a fool's paradise.You're nothing more than a cup of water in the rain
Completely ordinary,Overflowing...
Yet everybody thirsts, for that last cup water,
Like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
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In The Gaslight🔥
PoetryCompleted! ✅ A tantalizing, dark, sinful collection of poetical works, quotes, wisdom, and insanity by J.J. Rothschild. In darkness and light And everything in between... In the gaslight. 🥇1st Place Poetry Winner of The Titan Awards 🥇1st Place Po...