Sorrow.
Let me borrow your eyes,
till tomorrow.
Seeing the flies in groups,
wonder how they'll rise to be just one.
Rather there would be fun,
then just this gun.
My instinct is to run,
but my feet are glued to the ground.
I need to be found,
nobody is proud.
The pounding in my head,
what was I fed?
Ready to be wed,
although its like I'm already dead.
Being lead through this city,
such a pity I don't live here.
Steer clear of the deer on the pier!
Have you been drinking beer,
out of fear?
Need some cheering up to do?
Who are the two on your mind?
Finding myself falling toward the ground.
Remind me why we are we here again?
When will my time be up?
When will I be able to get up and walk from here,
I just cant sit here and watch whats happening here in front of my eyes.
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PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
