My verse is one of tragedy.
It tells a tale of despair and sadness. Yet it contain happiness.
From the loss of a parent to a puppy on Christmas morning.
In my verse, my life, I've felt depression, disappointment,
and other things but none were as strong as the feelings of love.
My verse
is like the night sky,
dark with specks of light,
brightness,
and hiden beauty.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryNot a story. Short random writings. Read to find out what they're about or dont. They're more personal then public but slowly becoming more public then personal. (Not all are poems)
