crazy plans, holding hands
standing on the edge of trust
fake smiles, a million miles
our minds slowly turning to rust
quiet at school, the loud ones rule
against the locker, i'm pinned
overlapped lines and tangled vines
a sandalwood candle in the wind
black hair, a dying flare
life's gone and lost its fun
broken bones, collapsing homes
i'm sorry, i'm going, i'm done
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
