Roses are white, violets are pink it is obviously true that I can't seem to think
I seat in the dark like a ghost with no heart
Wait.... Have I reached my limit?
Fussing and cussing over every little thing
But what do I need?
I need a drink
No a drink isn't the answer
Could I be dreaming?
No, I am just going crazy
Focusing on the temporary pain of relationships
Instead of focusing on the everlasting joy
All relationships have their ups and downs
And my relationship drowned when we were beat down
For in the darkness where I was once lost I am found
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Poetry Lost in Time
PoetryPoetry I've written throughout the years during some of the best and worst times of my life.
