Neil Blake

Joined June 2018

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The Forest
I'm standing here in the middle of the forest The trees spring up like young children on Christmas morning The virgin green leaves carrying the same sense of innocence
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
Waiting for Spite
I can't get you out of my head I'm tormented by memories that once brought me joy Now they run deep with corruption and an unfiltered sorrow
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry I let you downI'm sorry i let those words fall out of my mouth like a raging waterfall I'm sorry the weight of my guilt and cowardice was heavy enough to crush your innocenceAnd leave you wondering where it all went wrongAnd if there's anything you could have done
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets