TW: death of a loved one.
Your melodious voice at six in the morning,
Is no longer there to stir me from my slumber;
The beauty of your face,
Was better than all of world's wonders;
The smile you had, the laughter that followed,
The songs you sung, better than any mynah or swallow;
As you lie six feet below the Earth,
Your face pale in your death grith,
I wallow in despondence, for
The Silence You Left Me With.
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just random poems i wrote :)
Poetrya bunch of poems i wrote whenever i was bored. all of these are original pieces by me. PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STEAL/COPY MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION. thanks, enjoi <3 ps- i'll keep on updating this everytime i write a poem that i feel is worth b...
