Closure is a non existent feeling.
When your heart beats intertwined with someone else's
And
Then
They
are
Taken
...
I hope that I shall never stop being
angry.
At you.
At them.
If there comes a day
When my voice doesn't break as they unknowingly call
A dead name.
When you don't grab from your gave
And show your face
In the wind
The screen
My mirror.
If there comes a day when I am not with you
Or you away
s l i p
If you take to the skies like a gun shot fired towards no where
With all the ambition of a killer
May I just ask you for a final favor
And it's to aim this way instead.
I'll see from you again
When our hands
Find collision course
Once more.
They'll speak of me
The corpse who wore a smile.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
