Remember
You love the rain
Remember
You used to love the pain
The pain of living all alone
Remember
You loved to live alone
And while you're staring
Through the window -
Brushing through your beard
You think about
The good old days -
Those days will never return
...
You take another puff
From your old tobacco pipe -
It ain't gonna make you happy
But knowing that
You'll die in peace
Is all your old heart needs...
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Loe
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Poetry For The Poisoned
PoetryRandom poetry, written at random moments on random days making an odd collection of poems from an adolescent-to-grown-up struggling with depression and the meaning of life, while using poetry to cope.
