Pieces of my life fall from the Pitcher. No longer able to hold the punch. But to realize strength was never its building block. Only senseing what comes best from there hollow mind. Loss takes strength. The misery stained carpet heldwith secracy. Away from the world. The flaw of our lives. Now a theatre of pain and anger. Never to know how to escape. But never should think of impatience. Impossible to hold anymore pressure. Now ....... Nothing
Reason for writing:
I would have to say this is about how we lose our tempers.
And What happens when we do
i hope N E one who readz this poem checks out my others but since this is the first nite ive been here I only have to on this site and have 14 more to post
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Birth sign: Taurus
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