How warm is this day,
so much different than all the others have been so far this winter!
How full is the moon, perhaps bringing us some good news on the nearby holiday?
And stars can't shine on this foggy night, wrapped tight with wry fingers in binding, unwilling silence.
Can't believe the treason of life and the following day being all the same... How? Why? Where was I wrong?
Believe. Beliefs. ... God, they can be so poisonous.
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoetryHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
