The worry of being forgotten,
yet with a name the fate is turned;
With azure petals and gentle edges,
a sight uneasily lost and unburned.
But when it comes to me,
with my name not near remarkable;
An appearance unsatisfactory,
my existence in others' memories improbable.
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Poems and Word Vomit
PoesiaJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
