Sleeves get longer
Days get stronger
Nights get colder
As you get older
Fears wash you away
But ever you still stay
Beginning days by ending
Thoughts memories sending
Each moment blending (bleeding) into the next
But what can you really expect
My wrists have always been small
Mayhap that's my paid one-way ticket?
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
