Smokey air fills my lungs
Pallid faces, tears running down
They turn to face me
They turn to face me
It hadn’t hit me just yet
My home, full of woe
My home, full of woe
But not dull or dry, alive
Alive in distress
Alive in distress
You in death, pulled us closer
By the fire at night
YOU ARE READING
poetry i guess
Poetryliterally just me posting poems i wrote some shit, as always, may be triggering🧌 proceed with caution !! disclaimer !! any poems about sh in aspect is past tense, i am not in danger, im fine, promise.
