I built a throne from stones he threw,
And from my scars the flowers grew.
He'd say it helped but he'd be wrong,
Cause castles fall when time moves on.
I was the bird pushed out the nest,
Too soon to fly with little rest.
My little bird body was broken apart,
I rebuilt myself when life was dark.
The biggest thing he did for me,
Was crush me till I couldn't breath.
I owe him nothing, there's guilt in his bones,
And from now on, I throw the stones.
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Ode to Life
PoesíaIt'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...
