Hi,
I am really not drunk or high
I'm just really in need to reach the sky
To those pearly gates mounted so high for me to climb
Why
Feeling like everyday I start and end with a sigh
If you play back tapes of my mind, it's even darker on rewind
Things I have held in, the anger , the hurt and things that aren't even mine
Sigh
If He really knows the future,then I think I am worthy of signs
Switch of my candle, maybe that's the only way to John Wick my inner side
You've stopped me three times already, at least help me fight
Cry
More in the night, as I open my mind, rip it and pick it apart
I still can't pinpoint where the problem is but I was never good at darts
If Your plans for me are good, give me a heads up when it starts.
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Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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Oooo, I really loved the format you used for your poem. Well done!