Hard to breathe
Weird to touch
Acting normal
Think too muchTrying hard
To figure out
Moving onward
Engulfed in doubtDon't look back
Too much pain
And in fact
Nothing to gainFilled with knots
Wasted time
A penny for my thoughts
I deserved a dimeWho's to say what's true
I never said I was right
Guess I never knew
It's not worth the fightThinking about before
Don't know who I was
Could have closed the door
And never been an "us"Said you would stay
Promised you could
Chose to walk away
I knew you wouldEverything was fine
Said we'd never part
Knew it was a line
But gave you my heartI'll take the blame
I've always known
I played your game
You lost aloneI know you know
There's more to give
You were a stepping stone
I have a life to liveHard to love
Weird to trust
Acting typical
Think it was lust.
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River of POEMS
PoetryPoetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. It often employs rhyme and meter (a set of rules governing the number and arrangement of syllables in each line). In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images...