As I smoked the day's first cigarette,
laughing at the past,
reminiscing on the memories,
I wish would never last.
This trance that it puts me in,
just makes me want to cry,
and sometimes I wonder,
if this is how it will be,
until the day I die.
I can't stand the thought,
of regret,
of myself,
of my failure,
in this one life I get.
I say to myself,
don't fuck this one up Angel....
Yeah....
Note to self:
Don't fuck this one up...
what do ya think?
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you are so smart
you are seven years younger than me and write poetry like you are fifty. good job angel.
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I feel just the same. This was put together really well and just hits you in the face with great force.
Blimey, more people need to read your stuff.
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Yikes... that's good.
This feels like I actually wrote the poem. It's funny when you find a doppleganger emotion.
"if this is how it will be,
until the very day I die. " This echos through my head too. How horrifying... stuff passes, just keep swimming. full marks from me on this solid piece.
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