with the whole world against my life, have the same one by your side
it’s the things I keep to myself, the things I’d rather not speak about
keep me awake
don’t end me too late
a promise comes with playing the game
I must keep on trying with all these rose thorns in my surroundings
i caught you with someone else, who’s the one being played?
sewed my heart shut, you didn’t flinch
your voice is so delegate with your whispers filled with negligence
I think it’s way too soon
Poetry by Camden 