Heart beating.
Blood dripping.
Body heating.
Feet slipping.Turning bends.
For if I'm caught,
My life ends,
My struggles for naught.Eyes crying.
Mouth screaming.
Me dying.
I must be dreaming.My heart stops,
My blood no longer flowing.
My body drops,
My feet no longer going.I'm running from my self.
So honey if you would,
I really need some help,
So help me if you could.I'm sprinting from my hate,
So run as fast as you can.
Oh, for me you wait?
That isn't a good plan.Leave me behind.
Go and save yourself.
This is my kind
Of punishment for falling off the shelf.(FYI, by falling off the shelf, I mean being different from "normal" people. )
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A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.