Tyler Joseph Biography

A poem is like a raindrop
It starts out high before the plop
So high that you cannot see
Where on Earth it may be
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She kneels, unable to move
As she watches the warm red pour from him
She fights back the tears
But she cannot stop the brewing brim
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I miss your face, I miss your eyes
I miss your smile, it was so nice
But most of all it's you i miss
If only i had taken that last kiss
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The bell rings
Like an angel sings
The boy's frown flips
Cuz he loves these trips
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Deserts? They are not hot enough
Oceans? They're not that tough
Skyscrapers? They barely touch the sky
Mountains? You call that high?
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