When the words no longer rhyme
And all you have is time.
But you don't own time really,
And you're not seeing clearly.
What do you do then?
Trade a pencil for a pen?
Permanent ink to stain your skin
As you let everything sink in.
You're all alone and lost and cold.
And you yourself have been sold.
Starving on the streets
With only your own heartbeat
To make up for the love you once had.
Now you're being driven mad
By people you don't even know,
While you're freezing in the snow.
The paved streets blend together.
This is your forever.
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Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold
PoetryThis is a collection of poetic works that come straight from my heart. As the title implies, these are works that allow me to let go of strong, heartfelt emotions that are often not the best to keep bottled up. I hope that I may use my knowledge of...
