I'm running out of room
In my head
It is time to go
To bed
I want
A hug
But your too far
Leave the ratchet shit
On the rug
And don't forget the keys
To the car
Let's go drive
I wanna cry
Let's go away
And fly
Higher
Then all swings
I'm still held captive
With emotional beings
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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'...
