Wednesday, April 15, 2015

6am poem

Up in the sky or down in a hole
I get to high and I see it all
Losing this grip called myself
Killing time in a personal hell

I love you too much to leave
I hate you too much to stay
Im sorry for the way it must be
Haunt me or forever go away

Love me forever or call me liar
Rebuild the ashes to start this fire

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