My heart pounds in my chest,
with just thoughts of this.
My head begins running off with these ideas,
these plans.
I'm empty.
I wish you could see that.
I'm so far from here.
I don't know how much longer until I collapse.
I'm sitting here rotting,
kicking at something dead.
with just thoughts of this.
My head begins running off with these ideas,
these plans.
I'm empty.
I wish you could see that.
I'm so far from here.
I don't know how much longer until I collapse.
I'm sitting here rotting,
kicking at something dead.
Your poetry is fluid with beauty as any poetry should. Is this your art as well?
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