Breathing in, breathing out,
we know we're alive when we do that.
Every song we sing, every step we take,
we leave a little of ourselves in all these things.
All the times we fall,
we couldn't stand at all.
We knew we had to make it work someway somehow,
We have been making out alive through our whole life.
But what really happens when it all comes to a rest?
Do we still be able to get it all together like we had in life?
Or does death really gets to us real bad?
A/N
RIP Christina we miss you. :'( :'(
Wherever you are I hope you're well and at peace. I hope you have achieved Nirvana and flying across the sky with your beautiful angelic wings.
Phantom HS fanfic inspired and also inspired by CG
Not really a poem but just my thoughts and emotions
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Avant-Garde.
شِعرShe was a rising star I were a setting sun Both parallel forever Together was never done... Highest ranking #27 in Poetry
