This one is... different from others I write.
TW: Talk of suicide.
It's hummings and whispers
It's tears on the floor
It's hummings and wishes
And fears at the door.
It's longing for trust
A sickness for us
When I feel at ease
The monster shall feast.
It's hummings and whispers,
And a small step forward
It's calls of despair
But no more I'll care.
It's hummings and wishes
For once they'll come true
It's smiles at the end
And no more again.
(January 29th '23)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
