A world once beautiful,
Now dreary and pained,
The grass still grows,
But dead the living stay,
Trees reach up to touch the sky,
And down to reach a river's underside,
The flowers are quaint,
The wind running by,
Trying to drown,
The dead's screaming cry,
A heart once beating,
Now pierced and dead,
Bleeding and broken,
The once living said,
"My heart is still beating,
And yet here I stay ,
Waiting and hoping,
To live just one day."
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Poems and short stories
RandomThese are short poems and stories I wrote. If you have a suggestion message me. It is rated mature for some graphic violence. I will put a warning at the top of the ones that have violence so you won't have to read those ones if it bothers you.
