We went from having it all
To having nothing.
From being on top of the mountain.
To dying in an avalanche.
I wish our love could've lived longer.
But what doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger.
All the love we had.
We're abhorrent.
We went.
From an everlasting flame.
To a pile of ashes in a forest.
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February Ashes
Poesia❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
