In an alternate world
We could be "us"
But in the present
We are bound by trust
You may not see it
But I surely do
Sparks created by flames
Sparks created by doom
I'm not the only one to say
What is and what isn't
But I see my love drifting off
Deep into the distance
It moves silently away from me;
from him to someone new
Though I don't want to admit
That I'm falling for you
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
