Eliot, the night he died was thinking,
Stop punishing you
You are the mercury flowing in my veins
Stop trying to change you
Damn my darling, you are like crack and I'm a drug addict
Sometimes I forget to breathe
Why did I send them if I knew it would have hurt me
YOU ARE READING
Eliot is more you than yourself
PoetryEliot is everyone but He doesn't exist Eliot is protecting my soul from you Eliot deserve to be loved but nobody does Eliot understand the meaning of the life, he is exploring it everyday seeing it from his broken window Eliot is tired of singing...
