There is a monster I speak of often
He looks quite bare and pale
He has a deep voice that softens
But it may seem like he belong in a coffin
If he could sail away with me
I'd take his hand and count by threes
Tippy toe through the suicide forest
Where none live not the richest or poorest
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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'...
