Tomorrow isn’t promised
I think about it often
It’s hard to decide whether to live or to survive
Stuck in between, that way this way
My soul aches all I want to do is cry
But crying is my passion
Is the life that has beat me
And my boats float around an empty sea
And I will never see again, those eyes that light up with the sun
Seat with me and try not to work so hard
You had me falling over and over
I landed on blue fire
I left all the memories inside an ash jar
And we slowed dance to house music
In the middle of a euphoric rain
All the purple from my veins dropped on your beautiful face
Your hands are cold baby
I kissed your lips baby and your world turned haze baby
Feel like me, glow like me
We are bad and the blur in this room set us free
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Author:
magzzbaby (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's always me against me, a never-ending war but always learning lessons. Imperfections makes us perfect.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Excellent write
We are the one that is most difficult to fight against, to agree with and to live with. Good write
Well written write on a issue a lot of people struggle with, the ongoing battle with themselves, nicely expressed
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