The void,
A lack of nothing.
The cavity in my chest,
something only she could fill.
A knight, colder than stone
A god only for hate.
I had been and no longer am,
for now I am man,
but a man full of void
that only she can fill.
Who is she,
where is she,
when am I?
Am I simply a figure of the past,
or an idol of the future.
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
