This is the first poem I wrote so it might be a little extra bad, also I don't really know how to title poems so I'm just kind of going for it
A young woman smiles behind a hand
With a conspiring glance to her former lover
Whose once bright eyes now are faded
With those he watches this old picture as it burns
And blows away the ashes as he hurts alone
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Poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've written that are a result of me attempting to try my hand at poetry after falling in love with Dead Poets Society
