It's been a few days since I left my room
Still living in the moment where you
Said goodbye
There are footprints left behind
And I hope it doesn't vanish away
I wish I was there though
Holding your fingers in my hand
Whispering nice things
But it's the nightmare from yesterday
Were you turned into ashes from my hand
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A Leaf That Feels Like Glass (Poetry Collections)
PoetryThese are just some random stupid midnight poems I wrote
