Words,
Little scribbles of communication.
Used for good and evil.
Capturing moments,
Ideas,
Happiness,
Sadness,
Creativity.
But all words fall,
Being lost to time and history,
Great works never published,
Authors never discovered.
Their words falling of the page.
I hope my poem never falls,
For when it falls,
My legacy falls with it.
I am gone, my words left to solitude.
Because my words are,
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Poems
PoetryPoems I wrote. My Poems. All By Me. Yeah. Just a warning, some of these poems have to do with dark topics. But I hope you enjoy.