Two fragile bodies
Lie in my hands
Stiff to the bones,
As if full of sand.
No heartbeat to hear,
Or soul to feel
Lacking emotion,
But this is too real.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
