Falling over day and night,
dreams are nightly scare things.
Calling me to do these things,
one things true i'm falling down,
under the graves,
across the town.
Fallings just another state,
my others something I will not say,
i'm never going to live this way.
Way beyound the dark lit streets,
there's something evil,
in my dreams.
I'm falling down below the graves,
never looking up again.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
