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I'm trying to keep up
But it just makes me fall behind more
A poem every day.
Bleeding poetry fills the pages like ancient Rome was filled with wine.
The flowing words never make sense, but at least they're mine.
Every line the same lie- Im fine.
How long until this kindom will surrender?

Like the Vesuvius hidden in Pompeï.
Like a volcano hidden far away.
When the volcano erupts, will you stay?
And let me hold you strong and tender?

In this kingdom of fire, let me protect you.
I will hold you, through and through.
Call me your percecutor, that will do.
Will you let me be your defender?

This world is dark and full of fire- I see.
But it can be beautiful if we want it to be.
And as long as you will fight the world with me-
One day, we might comprehender.
Just a lil something I wrote while I was bored in class.
The grammar is a mess, but I do not give a frick.
jayson m May 2014
Why does goodnight sound like goodbye?
I did not say goodnight to you today. I remember a time when I couldn't sleep until I had. But somewhere goodnight became attached to goodbye and now I don't think I mind the silence. I miss those days, when a shred of innocent hope still clung to our clothing. I miss us. Our relationship has changed. I hate change.

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