Low Poem by Eli Unknown
Low
feeling so low
aching to be high
selfish with my memories
never stopping to wonder the possibility
of you hurting more than me
what about what i need
I'm out of control
and have no hand to hold
buried like yesterdays seeds
sprouting into tomorrows pleasures
melting further into the crevice
we only change at the percipience of fear
things ringing clear in my minds eye
feeling so low
i wanna be high
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4/19/2024 2:03:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'im out of control and have no hand to hold buried like yesterdays seeds sprouting into tomorrows pleasures' GREAT GREAT LINES. another wonderful poem.