I sit at these cemetery gates.
My mind it filled with hate.
Slowly losing the things that were great.
I can't keep up with the world's pace.
I'm stuck,
I'm stuck,
To these cemetery gates.
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'...
