The world is colored black.
The evil in us is coming back.
Our hearts are frozen as ice.
We have been beaten twice.
We try to pull her up together,
But they seemed to get her.
We sat there mourning.
Soon it shall be morning.
We waited here for the end.
The darkness isn't our friend.
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Poems
PoetryThese are just a few poems from me. I hope you enjoy these short poems.
