Tap,
Tap,
Tap,
On the tinted glass.
Tap,
Tap,
Tap,
I wasn't a bright lass.
I walk a far to see you go.
When and where I must know.
Here I go on and on.
About the things I saw at the pond.
Can you hear my thoughts?
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Can you read me too?
I want to hold you ever so tight...
But I let go at the sight.
Of what I've slowly done to you.
You may forgive me.
But I don't forgive me dude.
This is something I need to do...
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'...
