The darkness emerges,
flooding everything in black nothingness.
I lie on the ground,
ashamed of myself and my flaws,
let alone everything I regret.
You pick me back up,
your touch reminding me,
that stars can only shine through darkness.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
