One more poem, one more game,
One more dose to keep me sane.
One more drink, one more glance,
One more girl that can't understand.
One more book, one more night,
One more waking to no morning light.
One more terror, one more scare,
One more stupid, frightening nightmare.
One more time, one more day,
One more wish for it all to go away.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
