Wind, blows
Hands, blood stained red.
Are all of us dead?
Water, flows
Eyes staring - as if they lead!
Are any of us feeling any dread?
Tears, glow
Strength, struggles to wed,
Are you sure non of us are dead?
YOU ARE READING
liv's poetry anthology
Poetryhii! i'm a teen 14 year old poet, please let me know what you think about any of these poems<3 both my insta and tiktok are @livs.swiftt 💞💗🫶🏻
