They had a future
They had a home
Their form of culture
Was what gave them hope
At first it was small water
Until the moon's gravity was angered
Soon there was a flood coming from their eyes It always anchored
Denial became their remedy
Trials and screams soon to be
Recovery was never seen
Only heartache that triggered the scene
Huffs and puffs long breaths with muffled sounds and meth
Chasing nothing in the fog of smoke only coughing you'll eventually choke
They had each other
Nothing else could protect their cover
Drowning and suffocation
Solved their equation
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Lost Poems
ŞiirLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
