The edge of the roof
Glints in
English moonlight.
I hold my phone, laughing at what you've said.
You're too precious.
But God can't even keep me
From sliding down the edge.
But friend,
I just want you to know I love you
And even God doesn't deserve you.
Blowing a kiss your way through the night.
I hope you catch it.
–Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
