this is when I run-
when things have
become too much
and I've destroyed
everything that used
to be whole.
i've messed it all up.
i'll be gone in the morning.
and as you watch the sunrise alone,
just know my apology
is written within its colors.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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this is when I run-
when things have
become too much
and I've destroyed
everything that used
to be whole.
i've messed it all up.
i'll be gone in the morning.
and as you watch the sunrise alone,
just know my apology
is written within its colors.