The Curse
Stay away.
Don't come near.
Death is a gift,
I'm sad to share.
Once we've met,
It creeps behind,
It grabs your life,
And robs you blind.
There's no escape.
Don't try to run.
This is my curse,
We meet, you're done.
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My Heart's Prison
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
