Submissions by the_forgotten_one
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Am I?
Am I good enough?
To put that smile back on your face?
To make you laugh until you begged for more air?
To take you were we first went on our first date?
To make you fall back in love with me all over again?
Am I that good enough?
To hold you tight in my arms?
For you to tell me you love me?
For you to give me another shot at true love?
Am I that good enough?
To spark our love and make it brush like an exploding firework?
To light a candle that will brighten up your day?
Could I be that first and last person that you think of?
Am I even...
To put that smile back on your face?
To make you laugh until you begged for more air?
To take you were we first went on our first date?
To make you fall back in love with me all over again?
Am I that good enough?
To hold you tight in my arms?
For you to tell me you love me?
For you to give me another shot at true love?
Am I that good enough?
To spark our love and make it brush like an exploding firework?
To light a candle that will brighten up your day?
Could I be that first and last person that you think of?
Am I even...
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Suicidal Thoughts
Suicidal Thoughts
Running through my mind like a nigga running from the cops.
Knife to my wrist, pressed oh so tightly.
Watching the blood drip down as the pain drips away.
No one to love, no one to love me.
All there is to do is to think that suicidal shit.
Suicidal thoughts.
Running through my veins like a nigga shot up on heroin.
Like a nigga fening for dope.
I'm fening for hope.
The smell of gasoline filling my nose up.
Smoke starts to hug my lungs.
I didn't think I could feel so free of misery.
As I watch the pain and...
Running through my mind like a nigga running from the cops.
Knife to my wrist, pressed oh so tightly.
Watching the blood drip down as the pain drips away.
No one to love, no one to love me.
All there is to do is to think that suicidal shit.
Suicidal thoughts.
Running through my veins like a nigga shot up on heroin.
Like a nigga fening for dope.
I'm fening for hope.
The smell of gasoline filling my nose up.
Smoke starts to hug my lungs.
I didn't think I could feel so free of misery.
As I watch the pain and...
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