this is it.
my breaking point.
looking over the edge,
near death.
and where to you go
from here ?
down?
turn around?
nowhere to go..
can't run.
can't hide.
so, I guess this is where the truth lies.
in the depths of our eyes
and the curve of your smile .
and the end is here,
when you're near
me.
I'm falling.
the edge.
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Love and Other Shit That Makes It Hard To Sleep
PoetrySad shit, love shit, makes you wanna cry and shit. Just some poems I wrote. The things that inspire me are usually sad, but one day, I'm gonna be able to write about how happy I am.
