A hundred words and lightning bugs.
I am lost at start.
Stop
Go. Hey hello
Yes no. Where do I go
I stop and wonder
Wow life it's not what it seems.
It's a weak thing.
Sad depressed it's all the same.
A hundred words can't even explain.
One two three and four
A score to pour my heart out for.
I'm not okay I'll never be
"Keep your head up"
Don't you see I'm trying oh how terribly hard I'm trying.
It's to the point I wanna start crying.
Ah I see I'm sorry for these last words free.
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'...
