I could never convince you
Of the things I feel inside
All the numbness
Never healing
Because to me
It's do or die

Not lingering
On my sorrow
No depression
To convey
I get high
On Mother Nature
No regret
Can make me salve

Will you be here tomorrow
Or leave an empty page
In words displayed
In sorrow
Why do
Broken Poets
Have to fade?




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