My Life Poems, kylah geisler [best adventure books to read .txt] 📗

quite sad though.

It really is a tale of woe,

I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his queen a shake,

And sobs until the tears make.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The queen is gentle, deadly and deep,

But he has promises to keep,

Until then he shall not sleep.

He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,

With thoughts of sadness in his head,

He idolises being dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

poem 15

 

Get out of my head 

get out of my head 

stuck in my head 

Try to tear me apart 

But know that there is scars 

In the heat of the moment i get lost in frigail mind 

 Don't fall too far 

You will crash and burn 

These are scars 

These are my scars

poem 16

 

Is there something wrong with me ? 

Cos I can’t seem to keep anyone or anything, anyone or anything.

Is it the way I walk ? The way I talk ?

Or how I wish I could change the world ?

Is it silly of me, is it silly of me to dream ?

 

Oh I try to make everyone happy,

But what about 

What about me ? 

Is it too much to ask,

Is it too much of a chore ? 

For someone to stick around unlike everyone before.

 

Is it the way I dress ? 

My need to impress ?

Or how I’m clearly drenched in loneliness  ?

And I’m craving, craving something like this.

Do I feel too much ? 

Tell me, do I feel to much ? 

Are you suffocating under my love ? 

I can’t help it darling I can’t help it with you.

poem 17

 

Is there something wrong with me ? 

Cos I can’t seem to keep anyone or anything, anyone or anything.

Is it the way I walk ? The way I talk ?

Or how I wish I could change the world ?

Is it silly of me, is it silly of me to dream ?

 

Oh I try to make everyone happy,

But what about 

What about me ? 

Is it too much to ask,

Is it too much of a chore ? 

For someone to stick around unlike everyone before.

 

Is it the way I dress ? 

My need to impress ?

Or how I’m clearly drenched in loneliness  ?

And I’m craving, craving something like this.

Do I feel too much ? 

Tell me, do I feel to much ? 

Are you suffocating under my love ? 

I can’t help it darling I can’t help it with you.

poem 18

 

Good morning my love

I hope you have a good day

I just noticed something...

I'm not saying that how you look is important to me, Idc about your body or your face, your soul is all that matters to me but your body is literally flawless, it looks perfect to me

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Publication Date: 09-02-2020

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Dedication:
Death is a bitch, Life sucks,