I know the mistakes I've made are mine
I acknowledge them and try to climb
Yet every time I think I'm right
I fall back into endless night
I try to move on
Wish all the thoughts and memories gone
But still my past
Comes back too fast
And the lives within
Are no longer dim
As they break and take all I have.
Sorry it's late to any who read this, but life is hectic. Anyways, here's a double upload to compensate.
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Poems
PoetryRoses are red, violets are blue, standard is boring, I want something new. All poems are my own works and vary in length and topics. Some of these poems can be a bit dark. Not all chapters are poems, some a short stories. Majority will be poems thou...
