I want to know what to do.
I want to hide in my room.
I wish you knew..
How my mind is such a prune.
Am i at burden to you?
I can't believe my mind stuck through.
I wish you knew..
How my mind is such a prune.
Awake i am saddly.
I want to hang so baddly.
I wish you knew..
How my mind is such a prune.
Things have changed over time.
Each of my eyes thrive,
To see you.
I wish you knew..
How my brain is such a prune.
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'...
