Your words always confuse me
Your cries they make me shudder,
And when you speak to me,
feels like I'm lowered six feet under.
I never do enough
It cuts me like broken glass,
shatters of the memories we made,
that I try to leave in the past.
And still I keep moving,
With all these rips and tears.
The blood that stains this road,
coming from me but we share.
The pain you dealt to both of us,
Is something neither we can bare.
We could've made it through together,
Just you and me, Morgan and Jer.
Say my speak breaks you down,
Well good, you deserved it.
But not anymore,
Cause this feeling makes me sick.
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Poem Junk Book
PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
