More of a free write then anything I suppose,
But if I am going to die,
Let time as it has,
Build as early.
Depart from below.
Because when we lie,
That will keep the soul sprightly.
The truth is,
It happened.
Lives,
Grow old.
Die.
There is no more time.
Bring me back,
At least once in this world,
But only because dying,
Death,
Called your name.
The End
The Ending.
YOU ARE READING
It Was All A Blur
PoesieA collective piece of poems I've created. Mostly as a way to cope with my all time lows but to fine some happiness inside myself. There will be 9 total poems and then this will be over. Follow some dark times and lows in my life.
