

Sinking UnderTired, lost and alone. Sinking into the sand. Legs held tight by the grip; he can't move. Crowds see him and walk by without a glance. They pretend he's not there. He falls deeper and deeper into the pit. The sand gets hotter as it creeps up his knees, thighs, and then hips. The crowds get larger as he is overwhelmed by the all-consuming. Eventually he disappears into the unknown. But where he is now, they will never be. With the sin that binds us, they will never be free.Sinking Under


The only poem I have writtenOvercome with confusion I never know how I really feel I try to tell you about myself But I never know what to revealThe only poem I have written
Your words are seldom spoken But haunt me wherever I go I wish you were here right now But how it will end, I already know
I remember a time when things were better A time when we were both seemed sound It was a time when things were innocent When fighting and drama wasn't usually found
You probably think this poem is stupid And in your inbox it will not stay You will probably laugh at me And hope that I will just go


What Could Have BeenI apologize for thinking maybe you're the one to love For hoping maybe you're the one with which to share my life We've had these dreams, these fantasies Where I've found you and you found me But this one won't end happily. This one can't end happily.What Could Have Been
Delude yourself with hopeless thoughts? Your loves abuse the heart you've got. I pray that somehow I could help But not be thoughtless, lead you on That I could guide you by my hand and not make it a one-night stand. I've led you on, I've done enough I broke your heart and crushed my own. How c
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