A will,
A wish to hope to die.
She brings herself to the brink,
Just for me to hold her hand,
And pull her back.
A will,
A wish to hope to die.
He will balance on the edge,
Just for me to grab his arm,
And bring him back.
A will,
A wish to hope to die.
They will lean over the drop,
Just for me to hold their waist,
And pull them away.
A will,
A wish to hope to die.
I will take myself to the brink.
I will balance on the edge.
I will lean over the drop.
Just for her to hold my hand,
And pull me back,
Just for him to grab my arm,
And bring me back,
Just for them to hold my waist,
And pull me away.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
