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Lake May 2019
The party's over now
The sun's coming up
Not a word, not a sound
Better pack up my stuff

I'm taking the backdoor
Keeping it lowkey
Cause I know you want more
But that's just not for me
I can't be what you wanted
I can't be what you need
I'm just hoping for something
That won't make me bleed

The first train is coming
And I'm feeling cold
I'd miss mama's cooking
But I'm just too old

Always took the backdoor
And kept it lowkey
Cause I can never be sure
That you'll be there for me
I don't think I want to
But it's what I need
Cause after what I've been through
I can't afford to bleed

I always loved summer
But I'm stuck in winter
I took some falls
Thought I'd seen it all
But I'm not even halfway
Still dreaming 'bout some day

Knocking on your front door
You'll be waiting for me
Be mine and I'll be yours
Like it was meant to be
That's all I wanted
That's all I need
But I'm just dreaming
I wanna go back to sleep
kind of a poem, kind of a song, idk it's in my head
Those concerns are gnawing
my world like a rat

A tiny tittering can heal
many broken hearts

Done much hiding
from the stress

Blood, sweat and tears
it makes you breathe fast

Dear Anxiety,
You might break my own
but you can't bury a soul
it is free


Muhammed E. K.  ☾  🅴  ✩
© LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY
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Jay May 2019
Can nothing ask
Why it is there
If it’s nothing in the first place?
Vic May 2019
I think about you so much,
You don't even know.
A poem every day.
loggi May 2019
They say you can buy happiness
With just a little luck.
That it would be so immense
You’d never need to grow up.

But time through time
It might drip away
And dry up in a drought,
That in a few days
It would be filled with doubt.

That type of water,
Doesn’t let anything grow
And maybe this ground is cursed.
Maybe it’s time to go elsewhere
To finally clench this thirst.

But you can keep on running
And that lake becomes a sea.
You just have to wait,
For it to go,
As slow as it may seem.
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