Darkened doors, still open, waiting
Foolish waiting,
Hoping for the love they long for.
Yet we wait,
The door closing, ever so slow.
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"I'll have to remember to use that. "A demon made me do it!"
-Hawke
YOU ARE READING
The words of a dead bard
Поэзияlittle poems I've written, some good some bad. Most of these are a collection of emotions and feelings of loneliness and heartbreak that overwhelmed me, some now of love. This is a book to honour those and let the poor bard in me rest.
