One day my words will be.
Too late and you will see.
I am not the perfect thing.
Its too late for you not for me.
Its all the words.
Don't you see.
You're alive even if you dont want to be.
Face it.
If you were meant to be dead.
You would already be.
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'...
