Oh hell breaks loose
Help me tie this noose
I am falling to the ground
Well my head tends to pound
Why do I fly
When I cry I must sigh
But I don't know what to do
I'm lost without you!
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'...
