The first party of the year was tonight.
I had to go with you.
I had to dance with you.
My friends teased me
And they pushed us closer.
Close enough for us to share breath.
Even after I told them to stop.
So now I'm sitting in a hospital bed,
Writing this.
Waiting for Nan and Jack to come to pick me up.
–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...
