A good day,
to terrors,
Life isn't free
Hanging on to a thread
Want to let free
Hard to say bye,
harder to say good bye
When all you want to do is
die
But friends are here
Along with love
Love for others just because
Yet your awkward
And full of shit
Just digging a deeper and deeeper ditch,
Crying tears,
Weeping my fears
Never to hold
Or even to touch
Wheres the luck?
On an Irish day
Kiss me good bye
Im leaving today🍀
~SLDysinger
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThese are my poems, there me and i them. These poems are my counselor, cause who needs people when you can share your thoughts through words, on paper ( or this case screen). So if you choose to read these I thank you.
