Sitting alone you tend to remember.
What Others don't.
I want to be on my own.
That first night in december.
I begged for you to talk.
Yet you won't.
Sitting alone you tend to remember.
What others don't.
I want to be on my own.
All my love was thrown,
Away..
Will i ever escape.
All my dreams, the scary play.
I hate the juice that taste of grape.
My flower falling out of place.
Dying off.
There was no one left to trace.
In the snow i wish to go.
Disapear all alone.
Sitting alone you tend to remeber.
What others don't.
I want to be on my own.
My last meal a scone.
YOU ARE READING
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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'...
