The euphoria of your lips clasp unto my mind
I get so lost in the clouds that they start smoking me.
I set apart on an adventure, to climb the aspen tree
And to fall on tree barks knees.
To get lost in the wind and it's trembling leaves,
To let the roots soak up the blood I bleed,
She promised me she wouldn't leave-
She told me that she'd stay.
I should have known she can't keep a promise anyway.
I miss her and the sound of her name.
And under that same aspen tree I'll be digging my grave,
This time I can't promise that I'll stay.
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To the Shattered Dreams of My Youth
PoetryA collection of poems written in the midst of losing myself. In a world of chaos, thoughts of death and being left behind. "The world is too cruel to be kind."
