He wasn't jealous,
She wasn't mad,
They both simply had formed sadness,
But were also numb,
She lost hope,
While he lost his loved ones,
The very sad part is,
He lost them one by one,
And the girl?
Well, you can say,
She was dead,
A little walking corpse,
That felt she had been shot in the head,
The poor boy,
Who always felt alone,
The young girl,
Who didn't want rely on anyone,
They have much more in common,
Then they thought,
It was true,
That they both felt lost,
They hated their life.
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Short Poems [Book #1]
PoetryDuring the making of these poems, I went through different types of writing so some may suck, some may be deep, and some may be good, it all depends on you. My poetry DOES NOT focus on my life, I just enjoy writing dark things about OC's and stuff. ...
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