My mind it wonders with many fears.
I cannot think of something so sincere.
Am I hopeless,that's what you expect.
I'm in fear that my death;
Will not come as soon as I thought.
I'm lost in crowds,I'm something you bought.
Like a toy or a thing.
I'm not a human being.
Wow, I listen to this sore.
I kind of feel a little poor.
I'm stolen with those dragon eyes.
The ones that have told me lies.
All she ever does is cry.
With every year in an eye.
With no often mistakes.
I feel this hopeless.
I draw some blanks.
Why do I keep
Making
Mistakes?
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'...
