They ask to pick you up,
But then they break you down.
They ask for your heart
And they stomp it to the ground.
Where have you been?
I promise not to sin.
It's like a trash bin,
Covered with the tin.
You cannot see inside,
For there is more to hide.
Where have you been?
I'm lost
Alone again?
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'...
