Bathroom,
Floors.
Tears,
Into hoodies that aren't yours.
Waiting for summer to let out.
So all these tears can pour.
Missing you softly.
Out and about.
Mr. Waffely,
A sad sound.
Your words how they pound.
Like roses they were.
I walk down the street Burr.
Here we are,
At the start.
Take me to a bar.
Fill up this cart.
I'm in pain.
With no brain.
I miss you,
This is to fucking insane.
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'...
