Born and raised in Phoenix and I've been writing poetry since I was 13. Nothing to interesting, I write basically about anything and everything that affects me.
I thought that I could do it, thought that I would be able to give every ounce of me.
But I’m finished, I’m through with your words and 'promises'.
Now they mean nothing to me, like you.
This may seem rash and sudden, but a thought well planned out.
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I say only what I need to say in front of this congregation.
Only for the sake that what you say rolls to the floor and what you think of me is nothing but a bore.
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If the end of the world came today
I wouldn't care anyway
As long as I'm holding your hand
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Your dead to me
You drowned youself in the sea
We brought you to the shore and left you at the door
Wondering if you would walk through
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You cheered me up with the simplest wag of your tail
Or trying to nuzzle with me when I slept on the couch.
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