i dont know what i'm doing
if i'm being honest
my brain is done ruling
it's decided to rest
but my heart is so foolish
screaming in my chest
it's voice so ghoulish
and one i so detest
desperate to take the crown
i'm failing every test
i feel i might drown
no longer trying my best
it's so damn hard to resist
this bloody little pest
does nothing but persist
so desperate for the crest
"the brain is dead!"
shouted all the rest
and from there rose red
who rode us to the west
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skinny dipping
Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
