i'm drowning
in the darkness of this empty cellar
bound by my chains on the cold floor
i dont try to call out
i've played that game before
no one reaches for you
to them it's all a play pretend
they don't see the stone walls
or the cold floor
or the chains that grip me tight
they see the sun
and a girl convinced there's rain
when there's none in sight
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skinny dipping
Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
