Many tears i have shed,
Wishing that i was dead,
You collected them in a bowl.
You took them out of your sack,
And gave me them back,
And told me to cry no more.
You said here take my hand,
Life is never planned,
For that matter neither is love.
I kissed you right there,
To feel what we share,
Say sorry to those that I've hurt.
You've said you must leave,
Just as you taught me to breathe,
Now all of my oxygen's gone.
But I've begged you to stay,
Now in silence we lay,
While i'll think of things to do.
Your time here's almost up,
Im collecting tears in a cup,
Counting these days away.
~ 1.10.19
Damn why you gotta leave
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
