Repetition. Repetition.
Repeating it over and over and never getting any satisfaction.
Everything we have ever worked for is finally coming undone.
Wishing up to the heavens, so that the stars and moons can align
Beautifully with the sun.
No one to lean upon.
Waves. Drowning. Tornado.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
