For time I have given in a lost winter breeze. Laying down for the death of happiness, lilies. Sweet flowers so bright through this cloudy air. So i'm told, told how much you now care. Not enough to stop but enough to give hugs. Those shallow moments of what my mind tells me is love. Loving is so hard when resentment is achievable. I would like to think you're better but it just wouldn't be believable. Snow graces our hearts as the ice seems to settle. Waves crash on the sand while a flower loses another petal. Glowing with stubborn I am at ease with hating one another. I don't know how I feel about us, dear brother.
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Pitiful
Poesía"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
