There will always be one more
One more cup,
One more plate,
One more vase, if this one's to break
One more picture you can take
One more smile that you can fake.
One more pill,
One more day,
One more pair of trousers to wear
One more pair of shorts for you
One more pair of shoes, brand new
One more job,
One more shift,
One more hour: that's money at stake
There will always be one more.
One more person they can call,
One more person to ignore
One more beautiful sunset view
One more friend instead of you.
One more chance,
One more shot,
One more promise they forgot,
One more thing I have to say,
One more text that's left on read,
One more feeling left unexplored,
One more romance, left for dead
One more story anyone can tell
One more question I'll never tell
One more word to always yell
One more jail cell in my head
One more monster under my bed
One more cloud over my head
One more room locked under a spell
You ever wonder why they say move on?
Well now you know.
There will always be
One more.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
