Things are supposed to get better
that's what everyone says at least
but I can't help to look down at my wrinkled hands
the luminescent alcohol droplets falling and think
who am I becoming?
strained throat
you were my only home
I wish on the stars every night
to take me from here
to give me place up there
maybe then I could get better
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Overwhelming Emotions
PoetryPoetry about heartbreak, loss and other sad stories. On 2/17/21 #5 in shortpoem out of 3.9k stories On 2/19/21 #5 in deepthinking 1.3k stories On 2/20/21 #7 in poet out of 15.1k stories #3 in poetrycollection out of 23.4k stories 6/18/21 #4 in short...
