while you close your eyes and fall asleep
i lay under the bed beside dustheaps
with nothing but a pillow to weep
my red locks on my smiling face
remember when we still play chase
you and i running the place
and as you drift yourself towards heaven
pray to God that He still lets me in
even if I'm dripping in your crimson
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the far side | poetry
الشعرdon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
