We're the ones who died and keeped on living
We're the ones who keep on ticking
As for me I can't take a licken
And not one for sittin
As at our hearts the crows are picking
So wipe your eyes and dry you tears
Leave your doubts and ditch your fears
Sit up dust off your shoulders
And step on over
Cuts last but hey that's past
Come along and join me
Let's step over the edge together...
Another poem describing the fall off the roof looking at each other?
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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?
