today I'm preparing for my funeral by the river
it's funny though, i think i look better than ever
she who died early was a good dreamer
she could've been whatever, a poet or an author
had hopes as much the stars above, though they didn't go farther
now she too is a star, hopefully the one she hoped she'd be, but a sliver better
a/n: another fav, though you should have seen the look on my english teachers face when i had her read it lmao
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
