"frineds" poems
I can't take it anymore
This feeling within
I need to brake out
From beneath my skin
Out comes my old frineds
Let the therapists begin
They draw out the pain
That was hiding underneath
My sorros poor away
As they flash their sharp teeth
And when I am cured
They go back in their sheaths
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
I can't take it anymore
This feeling within
I need to brake out
From beneath my skin
Out comes my old frineds
Let the therapists begin
They draw out the pain
That was hiding underneath
My sorros poor away
As they flash their sharp teeth
And when I am cured
They go back in their sheaths
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC