A ghost in the night looking at the past.
Of course the pain and suffering has to last.
Let it haunt me to death, the pain that never leaves.
Like leaves falling of the trees like the cold winds breeze.
Winter has come. It's starting to freeze.
As the cold freezes time.
I have left my prime.
The light that shines in the distance has a faint glow.
I guess it's time to go...
This is sadly the end of my show...
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My Diary Of Poems
PoetryI have always written poems, helping express my thoughts and feelings through pretty words and now I share them with you. Some may house dark themes, so be warned.
