Who digs the depths of rhyme
and succumbs to words of steel?
wanders lines of acid dreams
every line and prosy feel?
Deep the depths of angst
grasping reins of horses wild
holding on for epiphanies
that won't or haven't
gone out of
style
Wander me in days to come
and know beyond mere thought
don't give up, or succumb
in your mind
it's poetry
you've
got
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Who digs the depths of rhyme
and succumbs to words of steel?
wanders lines of acid dreams
every line and prosy feel?
Deep the depths of angst
grasping reins of horses wild
holding on for epiphanies
that won't or haven't
gone out of
style
Wander me in days to come
and know beyond mere thought
don't give up, or succumb
in your mind
it's poetry
you've
got
It's too easy to give up
don't
:)
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