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Life Was A Game
LIFE WAS A GAME
Water running wild over my face
My heart drums and my heartbeats race
One hand I stretched out for aid
Don't watch me go, don't let me fade
Chocked all the way to my windpipe
Tears streaming down my cheeks which I can't wipe
I'm suffocated in here
It's so complicated in here
I'm dying in here
Someone come and save me now
I'm delapodated with fear
My friends have all left me here
They're not here
No one's gonna save me now
The millions above this surface can't hear my shout
Life was a game. I lost. I'm out.
Sounds more like a "black
Sounds more like a "black cloud" has hovered a "monopoly" over the poet's heart. Good luck. It'll be for sure, no "trivial pursuit"!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
yes the "black cloud" has
yes the "black cloud" has surely drifted over my heart. hopefully it will rain soon..thanks for reading :)