Listening to songs all day long,
Knowing not what's wrong.
Something's broken inside of me,
Bugging me all along.
It's like a twig snapped off a tree,
The only twig with a bud.
I'm badly rigged,
Heart merely beating.
My knees are about to give up,
And I'm barely walking.
Waiting for that one angel to come,
To take away all the pain,
To wash it off with the rain;
But she never came...
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PoetryI'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!
