friendships,
can those last forever?
does anything even last
beyond our final breath?
or are we meant
to break everything?
just like our promises,
together with our dreams.
counting the stars,
it's just like
counting our mistakes,
and how many times
we've been so stupid
to believe.
p.s. i'm being random again, sorry. i feel like i've been writing nonsense these past few days.
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
