Though I always fall
For the bait on this line
I never seem to learn
How to make it right
And it never makes sense
To anybody else
Why I rage and I rant
Or why I cry just to lie
And break all my promises.
It's like I have no control-
But I don't know who does.
And I say that I'll be fine
And it's just a matter of time,
But it's like tomorrow never arrives
And all these hearts are left to die.
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Venting In Verses
PoetryI vent here through my own poetry. The first few pieces aren't that good but I'm keeping them up to track my progress. So... enjoy, I suppose!
