This poem was written by me a year ago. So that would make me 13 years old. Nah. I don't have anything more to say. haha.
Enjoy!
SPREAD THE PENGUIN LOVE,
Kyranel <3
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Wars, cries
A heart dies.
This repeating melody,
It tastes like a bitter candy.
Shouts, pains
The bloody red stains
I couldn't possibly erase,
These memories away.
Love hurts they say,
And it could end the very next day.
But I didn't obey,
And I got a dead heart today.
But that doesn't stop me,
To be able to see
To be able to feel,
What love really is.
***
Does this poem even makes sense? Nah, whatever. I was just 13 at that time! X)
Thanks xx
