Poems about Health

Sometimes I feel like boiling water  Left on a high flame I will eventually boil over Or dying flames  Left alone  I will eventually fade
Chained to the ground, accept it Live it Chin to your chest Tears stream down your face You count your days till emancipation   Hope in y
This, Is for you   The girl who’s tired   I know,
She can see her brother through the crack. He’s resting his hand on the door he’s used so few times
I first met you at a bar,  After I admired your car We were both so young and free,
I have reached a point in my life where
People cannot be broken Nevertheless, there will come a time
The ink of laughter painted across my rib Flat beyond opinion, Line below a beat.
The ink of laughter painted across my rib Flat beyond opinion, Line below a beat.

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