I am one with the throwaways
I live among a passing phase
I live among you in a haze
Of old times, the glory days
My skin tingles as i fade away
Into the gray of hurt and dismay
That was left for me entirely
I'm tired now can't you see
This heartbreak is making me break
I don't know how much more i can take
So I'll take a leave and hope to achieve
the happiness that was stripped away
Maybe I'd be okay
If i had you
Please stay
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It's poetic
PoetryPoems and little quotes and stuff that i come up with just things that are beautiful