I was walking in the valley of lavenders.
And I found you.
A dying flower, on the ground.
I picked you up.
"What's your last wish?" I asked you.
"Don't wanna be lonely" you hissed in pain.
So I die with you,
To make you feel companied.
Now you are in the heaven.
And I'am in the hell.
Writing poems for you,
Throwing them away.
Cause I feel lonely now.
Very lonely.
However no one picked me up,
No one asked me about my last wish.
I died once again,
Lonely this time.
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YOU ARE READING
~~Poetry🪻
PoésieThis is going to be a random collection of my thoughts that came up in my mind with Rhym. Tbh I want to just speak and speak a lot However don't have potential people to listen.
