i'm sorry i can't be perfect

lonely hearts are wandering

they're just taking a stroll

my treasure is my heart

and now it's gone for good

 

no one want's you to leave

but they're lost on how to help

the ones who left are now forgotten

the ones who stayed lull themselves to sleep with a song

 

holding onto the nearest hands

sung to sleep and held to peace

burning through my happy reserves

to try my hardest or just give up- thats the question

 

so many have faded

forgotten names in the numbers

lights have gone out and their smiles have been abandoned

all that is left is to hold on tight, and never let go

This poem is about: 
Me

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