Every Thing Poem by Rebekah Rogers

Every Thing



you want to cry about it
but you cant even breath
you wish that you could move
if you could; you know you'd leave

i could stay with you forever
telling you all those thing
that i keep inside
the ones depression brings

music turned up all the way
heat blasting in my face
yet i don't hear a single thing
and im cold for your embrace.

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