Blood's aging on the blacktop
And I can't keep waiting for time to stop
So I must live
Breathe
And again
But
The wind is so loud
Do I dare
Push against
Everything that seems
Inevitable
She says
There's no dancing after death
And my dear
I suppose it's true
So
We begin.
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Random Poems I Wrote:)
PoetryNot good at writing these intro thingys sorry, but I will try my best to get my basic point across:) A collection of poems that I have written or are in the process of writing and revising:) I will post them as they are written and please comment an...
