The Art of Poetry

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Snapchat       Fuck that These are the things we can't look at Sometimes we have to cuss So they understand why we fuss

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What I have created with my hands I have destroyed with my heart Where ever my legs take me My mind trails off When I look at you I become paralyzed With every physical movement there's an even greater psychological one

They only want you when they need you. I can wage $5 that the person that likes to call you in the middle of the night to talk about their problems won't even think twice about rejecting your calls. They will leave you all by yourself alone to your thoughts until they need you. No one wants to help you come out of the dark until they are in the light

Never trust someone that never follows through with their own plans If they can't stick with theirs' What makes you think they'll stick to yours 

Happy Mother’s Day

Who is she? The women that stares right trough me Who is she? The child that holds her hands out towards me Who is she? Another child sitting in a corner crying Who is she? The teenage girl hiding behind the shed smoking Who is she? Crying herself to sleep Who is she? Yelling into the empty darkness that is nothing Who is she? Smiling while she blood drips down Who is she? The witty one who cracks jokes faster then a whip Who is she? She is me, No she is you Wait no she is we..... ..I remember now she, she is dead