...A lie.
...The truth.
...Your wisdom.
...Any of your grief.
...To die.
...To be under your roof.
...Your freedom.
...Any of your belief.
...Your love.
...Your hate.
...To listen to your screams.
...Any of this.
...To be free as a dove.
...Your hand to go through Heaven's Gate.
...To notice any of your dreams.
...Any of your hands rolled up into fists.
For all I need
Is something you can't find.
Within the far corners of the Earth.
But right here at arms reach.
I Need You.
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Poetry From Me...
No one seems to read them anymore.
Poems left and right but no where to go.
Either read them...
Or...well...I don't know.
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