In a world so cold,
Where The good ones leave.
They move on
We should let them be.
But they left there memories,
To be replayed.
A disaster.
Who's to blame?
You see the look
in his eyes
He said He'd change
Now he's walking out the door
For good.
But he Superman,
right?
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
