I need words to be the wings, fly back to me please
16 years of hopeless dreams I believe there’s nothing left of me
I try and keep trying to find those simple reasons to breathe
I’m choking on my alibis when I can’t write my poetry…
Hearts break when they collide, mine will fall apart in time
save me my love, there’s something wrong in these rhymes
I can’t see beyond the edge I’m fighting for my life..
Show me the horizon, I need your light now, and not their glinting knife…
— vixen
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