Little boy with a heart of knots.
It almost feels as you've been shot.
You can rest,
But she may not, understand your thought.
Every breathe is deep,
Every word may seep.
With every hope,
Yet every dream;
Smile and cope,
With me.
Your heart may break,
Your tears may fade.
Yet every dream is a must of day.
The nightmares made;
You cry so much.
He'd brush your hair,
And gasp with such;
Awful things in his mind.
My dear boy,
When will you say...,
Goodbye
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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'...
