He was a boy I knew too well,
I certainly thought would go to hell.
Yet ass I hear the slightest ring,
I can not tell.
Why am I so lost.
I cannot sleep.
Love me boy forever.
Never
Let
Me
Sleep!?
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PoesíaPoetry 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'...
