Love can make her smile.
Love can make her cry.
She walks alone beside herself,
But no one knows why.
Every night she wonders,
Confiding in the sky
While standing alone,
She wipes her tears dry.
Laying in bed
"Should i even try?
Maybe I'll just leave,
For no one could love I."
Her hands wander
And with a deep sigh
She thrusts the knife
And knows she must die.
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Poetry from the Abyss
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
