They always said that if you had a good sense of direction,
that you’d never get lost.
One foot in front of another,
cold feet mean nothing until you lose the courage.
When you cry with your mouth open
we’ll put the tears back in somehow.
We won’t carry your body back
so keep it back and keep it safe.
We don’t want it.
Hearing your footsteps tumble down the stairs,
heavy and clumsy you tilt
Wobble like the stars and tell us we’re all wrong.
We can always forget.
Go back to your room, the cold front hasn’t come yet.
When we grow dead we might regret pulling you away,
but this is the chance we take.

Sorry I haven't written anything in awhile so.. Here! Have a crappy poem! That'll make things all better, won't it?

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Due to my hereditary lack of energy, I have been hibernating since childhood.
Hi, I'm mx! I go to college for Graphic Design because I am a smart kid! I love to draw animu and I like food and video games. I talk about stupid personal things that no one cares about!! I'm gay for space.


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