Pink- all that's alluring and gay
the suffering day beaten into grey
Silver and lightedheaded motion
a hapless dream left
balked in the idea that there is more
to life than tearing my heart in two
to allow this loveless bird to keep breathing
to render the image of its suffering, its black feathers
scratching at our skin
memories frame themselves
and comfort me in this loss
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i keep breaking down, can i do this?
this love is not Love, but air and mud
flightless and wanton, i've never been so lonely before
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okay poems.
Poesíafunny story; i write poetry but hate them all. heres the ones i hate the least i tried really bad to make a good cover. i promise
