As days pass
And night come by
The lonley girl looks into the sky
Wishing that she could die
Placing her heart into your hands
You let it fall deep beneath the sand.
Her trust for you was there and gone.
For now she has a blade and gun.
With one swift move
The trigger would free
Her lonley soul
And she'd fly
Into the sky
Smiling and dancing
Carefree.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
