There is no one to cry, or tell me to rest in peace.
There is no casket to protect me from the cold.
The wind quelled flames that burn, only to tear me apart.
My mind like fly's eye; every time I look, it's like looking through broken glass.
Nothing and everything.
There, then replaced.
There is no more anything, for it is all
Nothing
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Poems I Write
PoetryThese are just poems that I write when I bored Hope you like them 🥰 (Some of them are prolly pretty dark, but I love them so give my babies a chance 🥺🙏)
