Sadness
Over the edge I peer
holding my lifeline
my love
holding til the color
crimson
slides from my palm
Why do I have to
let go?
holding my lifeline
my love
holding til the color
crimson
slides from my palm
Why do I have to
let go?
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It's time for a new start in my life. After more than two decades of not writing a single poem, it's time to open myself up. Be more expressive. Let that little childhood self of mine out.
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