I'm done grieving
Tired of leaving
Those I truly Love
I feel like a bird
Never to be heard
Have I become a dove
I've lost track of time
Writing my rhyme
About what all is wrong
My heart now aches
I need a break
It has been way too long
My time will come
Till then I'll hum
My way straight through life
You won't hear a word
Unless from a bird
Until she's his happy wife
My wrist is sore
Scissors back in the drawer
For the time being that is
My lies have come to a halt
And if it's anyone's fault
I'd have to say it is his
People always leave
Without time to grieve
And I have to say sorry 'bout that
I never feel reprieve
Because people always leave
Taking every last mat
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Poems
PoesíaI was going through some stuff in my room, and found an old book. It was full of these poems. I decided to share them with you. There is some deep stuff in here. I hope you enjoy it, and if you think it sucks, sorry. I guess I took it off of the pub...
