Count the days
Life turns to hell
My emotions are fragments of my imagination
My heart has turn into paper
Cause I didn't understand I can be my own man
But what kinda man can I be?
If all I learn from my dad is that I should flee when the weather gets cold and I start getting old
I'm kinda worried I'll be alone
I'll be like the sun
I'll shine bright yes but I'll be alone at night
I'm not afraid of death or the devil with his angel eyes
So why am I afraid of being alone
With nothing or no one to hold
Just me and my lonely tied up soul
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thoughts and questions
PoetryThis is my first real poetry book. It's about the things I ask and the stuff I wonder about. Maybe it's relatable maybe not, just take a look. This will be me. My thoughts and questions. This will be me. Some I rhymes some I don't. This will be m...
