It's like the rain, it falls to the fake.
The sun has dried it far away.
We wonder how its crept up on us so quickly.
Yet we knew all along.
Something at some point would come and change it all.
There's a light shining at the end of it.
The puddles would take longer to dry.
Yet it all still makes sense.
Even in the end I rather see what goes wrong then aviod it.
I have nothing to prove in this point of time.
All things have changed and all has helped.
Now i'm stuck further in.
I'm captured but knowlage tells me to stay.
Even if i'm abandoned in the night I rather stay then leave.
As hard as it may be my hands will always shake.
I continue to fall to my knees.
The drops of proof the hopes and truth.
The better parts of the day.
I watch the tiny drops of rain.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
