Mangled feelings swallow me whole,
As I draw a picture of red.
This feeling I have mended with wrath
will be all that remains of me.
Puzzle pieces always seem to break apart,
and I can never to put them back together again.
Black inches of darkness creep up on me,
and i shut my eyes so i can barely see.
I am dying so slowly,
oh, so slowly, and I have to let go soon.
Let this be the end,
I will travel slowly with you
to the light at the end of the monsoon.
awe. lmao. (:
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I really fail to see what there is to change in the poem. It works. Every line is delivered perfectly. Very very well done.


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I like this alot, great job hon. :]


