How can you sit and say
Life's great when it's crumbling in the
Palm of a writer,
How can you sit and smile/you monster
When you've burn those imperfect angels,
How do I go to sleep heavens?
Knowing Some place some State some where near the tunnel,
Someone's not seeing the light that I'm seeing,
'O' tell me how can I live life without feeling guilty,
When there's tears dropping on a skin on a dirty bed sheet,
How do I go on father when there's no hope for the child,
Walking on deaths line loosing the little ball of fire inside.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
