If a struggle wasn't to hold.
I wouldn't be so bold.
Falling softly to my feet.
I find every word said neat.
Rose petals burn when on fire.
People die when hung with wire.
Empty souls are incomplete.
All those visions say one thing.
These resident souls captured.
Its all going grey.
Murderously going on with sin.
Don't touch the ones who barrow within.
Innocent mindset captured blood.
Glass shards fly toward the situation.
Cutting deeper then a knife.
I no longer even have his wife.
What's the worst that I have done?
Was I meant to be someone?
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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'...
