Am I drunk or a Poet ? Biography

The sun seeped through my windows,
and curled up with me on the floor,
The clouds float through my mind,
all as I lie there sad and sore.
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When it comes to emotions,
I can never really express many of them.

They sit there, forever waiting,
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What are YOU?
your a beating heart;
a budding soul;
a ray of sunshine.
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I can hear the beating of your aching heart,
Believe me my dear, it hurts me to.
I want to run back and help you heal,
But believe me my dear, I wouldn't fix you.
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When I look up to the stars,
I find a glimpse of us.
When I look down onto the sea,
I see a stream of memories.
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