forget about me
and my voice
because i don't have a choice
whether it's to breathe
or stay alive
none of them i think i can survive
trust me it's worth it
i say
convincing you why i cannot stay
maybe it's in the water
or the way it flows
or maybe i never bought you that white rose
it's not you
it's me
but i realise
you're finally free.
~ i'll rhyme if you'll take me back
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
