WalkingI tread on broken glass which cuts my feet and turns the glass redWalking
I tread on molten lava which seals the cuts and stops the bleeding
I tread on frozen ice it sooths the burns but I slip and fall many times
I tread on fallen twigs they open the cuts that I had long forgotten
I tread on muddy ground which infects the wounds that I never cleaned
I tread on a dangerous road with damaged feet and still I stand
I would help...I offered to help but you turned awayI would help...
I gave you shoes to help you as you tread on glass but you chose to go barfoot to scar your feet and bleed to death
I'd offer to help but you'd stop me again
Beloved
Rainbow
It's Nothing,This is nothing, just another episode in all the teenage drama, just another person stolen from me who I never even had, just another chance missed, just another sleepless night, just another broken heart, just another reason to hate myself.It's Nothing,
This is nothing. It’s something I saw coming, it’s something that doesn’t matter, it’s something I should have braced for, it’s something that shouldn’t be killing me.
This is nothing. This is nothing.
So why does it hurt so damn much?
Perfect Match
Rambleings
Sweet
So here we go
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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« The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. » Benjamin Franklin
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I'd rather be broken than caged
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
your poetry is really good
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I'd rather be broken than caged
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When intelligence is having fun it's called imagination. Remember that.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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