ain't he a pretty boy,
almost as cute as the end of time
he brings, oh so much joy,
but as he lives on, i will die
die in flames but my spark shall shine,
and live with you forever,
these poems of mine,
ain't he the prettiest boy, when he lies dead, immersed in wine
a/n: totally unrelated but once in a while imagine your young self, that kid running to you and hugging you, tell them it's alright, I'll take better care of you now, we'll be well, everything will turn out fine, I'll take care of you. and cry your hear out, shake it off but not too much and take good care of yourself. do it for that little kid if not for yourself. take care, love you.
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Poesiasome 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...
