"Hurry up, the wind is waiting" the world says to me
I'm sorry
I must leave
I know how this works
I know you will play the same record until you hate it
You will sip wine until it tastes like tap water
What am I now?
What will I become?
Darling, don't you know?
Too much of a good thing is a bad thing
And I know from past mistakes
Smashing clocks does not slow time
You tried to peel apart my insides to reveal all of my secrets
Petal by petal, I'm falling apart
I mustn't let you see
I think you'll be scared of me
What am I now?
What will I become?
Because darling
Too much of a good thing always turns out to be bad
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
