A proper while
has been well spent
to be agrieved
I was so sent
I see much greener pastures where grow
Let me leave, it's time to go
Fleeting, flying
Weeping, trying
I cant go through
much more lying
My power, I need now to show
I do believe, it;s time to go
A small while more
I cant endure
I hear the sounds
of Horsemen, four
Dreams of that white sand shore
To empty hopes I must not cleave, it's time to go
mya mya mya, this is really emo and depressing but I havent written in a while now and this is what came out :P
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Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x