What do you do
When your light bulb
Starts to go out
It flickers on and off
Most people would tell me
Its time to replace it
But i'd rather hold onto
Something that I can't save
In hopes that just one day
I'll get that spark back
So until then I'll sit here
In darkness
Until my lungs get tired of breathing
In broken glass
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet
