I wake up,
I never sleep.
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe.
I move my lips,
I never speak.
Broken pipes that never leak.
I open eyes,
I cannot see.
I spire thoughts
I cannot teach.
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen.
Tortured souls that cannot glisten.
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Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes
ПоэзияThe angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky fad...