on being an old poetA Poem by highonwords
i used to love,
like i won't last another night, that i was too big, for life, gray-walled and four-cornered i was humorous, bursting at the seams of being young an all-day sleeper, my banner was streaked with neon-wild romance now i traipse alone along the woods, every night, i am the same all those loves, that fell on the wayside come back in body-bags on memory lane, twisted with sadness and wild-fire disease in rare sleep, i toss and turn, my heartbeat skips i am failing, to be alive, afraid, love won't last on me © 2016 highonwordsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 9, 2016 Last Updated on March 10, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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