Heavy with the pressure of the world, my eyes
Drop.
Unable to stay held high any longer, my head
Drops.
Unwilling to speak out, my hand
Drops.
No longer beating steady, my heart
Drops.
Twitching with erratic emotion, my feet
Drop.
Pitter patter, as each part of my life
Drops.
Perched upon a rooftop, my body
Drops.
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Poetry
PoesíaI'm going to dump all of my terrible poetry here for all the world to see. Just a warning, it can be pretty dark.
