Life was heavy,
The weight, too much for my
Brittle bones when
Love was not enough
So take one, no
Take three,
Drop the lugage from my back bones,
For once stop trying to fly,
And allow myself to fall.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
