Second by second
Months pass
Each day I wake
More tired than the last
My death wish grows
With each day past
This, nobody knows
I dream in black
But I love in pure green
With a passion of orange
But nothing is as it may seem
Finally we're getting bold
Suddenly we're being seen
Though are hearts are already cold
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12.2.14
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POETRY
PuisiMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
