I'm a mess tangled with all these excuses,
And at the end of the day I know,
I still know those cold white walls,
And I've always known the dark,
And now I'm laying back,
Regretting everything I've done,
But you look down at me so peacefully.
And I can't I get one more sign,
That you understand how I feel,
And I once said I haven't forgotten the sun,
But isn't it plain,
Everything life has tried me are wicked things,
And I cannot deny I'm still sinning,
Just asking these storms to stay,
Can't seem to keep my promises,
And why don't I quit.
But I keep letting things slide over my cold skin,
Where the rest of you take it to heart,
Can not believe these are who I call friends,
Can't you show some love?
And It's all gonna drive me insane,
Because no one can restart this heart,
Been awhile since I've felt a beat,
But couldn't you help me try to think outside my little box
I seem to have locked me in.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
