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I'm trying to keep up
But it just makes me fall behind more
A poem every day.
5-2-20
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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