Our lips meet, it tingles like static your love was like a drug your the dealer I'm the addict, now I suffer through withdrawls I cant escape these walls that close in on me cause the cloudiness is all I see and it's a mess to me, forgive me for the sorrow and and the lies I've told and as I get old dont wake me till tomorrow for the future slowly dies as my soul crumbles and the darkness fills my insides
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poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
