I am not loved
I am ashes, I am stone
Cold as the earth I came from.
I am. But I am undone,
A cluster of messy memorys
We long for touch
For the ever burning thought
But what does it mean
When we all become coarse?
There will be a day,
We won't be
We won't be remembered.
But there will also be a day,
That we forget what others keep in their heart
Locked away...
All those beautiful words
Wasted in the minds of our companions.
DU LIEST GERADE
Poems and thoughts
RomanceI'm sorry a bug double uploads the chapters. Mainly english original poems. Hope you enjoy and please comment and like.
