Over the endless expanse of blue sitting there, waiting for you. Your hear it call, plead, beg. I want to be free. I want to be free. Please save me. You hear their call, soft and tall. "Hauntingly beautiful", the fisherman reclaim. Hauntingly, hauntingly beautiful. Their eyes, coated with glass. Beautiful, beautiful. They remark. Rotting skin. Beautiful. Broken soul. Beautiful, they say, just beautiful.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
