We burned
fast and bright
Would have been
an everlasting blinding light
But then the darkness
snuck in through the night
And when all we could do
was fight
It felt like we were
hanging on to smoke signals
Drowning out our love sigils
Drawing up out life vigils
We deserve so much more than that
We gave each other back a love for life
But beautiful was something
that we could never get back to
So we're holding
on to smoke signals
{ 2023 }
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Alive
PoesíaIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
