when there's nothing left to say
you know it's going to be okay
we look past the people we used to be
and admire the outcome of a tragedy
as i sat in a car, outside your house
a tap on your window, a silky red blouse
you stepped out to see where i was
a hooded blue figure who wasn't enough
didn't know what or where to begin
facing the past and problems within
a million thoughts, racing inside
and i'm so scared that they might collide
and when it was all over, i felt a weight off my shoulder
time didn't change me, it only made me older
but looking back i realized my mistakes
and realize that it's time for a change
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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