Filled uo with emotion,the amount i couldnt remember
The days you saved up, somethung worth more than December
The secrets it hold, those you wouldnt surrender
The things ive hold up, something that might get tender
Apparently, its stolen. Now i must be a defender
The mind that keeps screaming, voice getting louder
The money, the silver, the gold. All the treasures of the world and im just a handler
Supposed to be shared but my heart got colder
They know what it holds, calling me a giver
But what i needed now is domeone worth to be my shoulder
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Collective Thoughts
Poetryrandom poems, short stories, three liners, quotes, sayings etc. feelings put into words.. either inspired or original works. Either fictional or non-fiction
