I will be home in 5 minutes
Now it’s closer to 5 years
And that 5 minutes has not yet arrived
Shattered glass lies on the road
Wet by red hot liquid
I still think about the scream
You might have let out
It still make my heart shatter
Screaming out silently for your warmth
A dead body covered in white
Two walking corpse left alone in this world
As you burn into ashes
All of the dreams that I had
Burned alongside you.
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The language of heart<3
PoetryThis is just a collection of random poems ,some random thoughts.