Space
The infinite crashing
Too much
To little
Stimulating the emptiness... Pain... Gore...
Inescapable
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When I look up at the sky I think of her
When I think of space I think of you
Bottled?
Why
Bubbling with endless frustration..
Uncaring..
Anger..
Unforgiving
Absolutely relentless. Uncanny to the onlooker
A/N: This was a but random and less put together compared to my other poems now and in the future but I hope you guys like it 😊
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Amateur Poet
PoetryRandom poems that I wrote. All of them have stories that mean something to me, maybe they will mean something to you guys too.