What we leave
We don't plan to retrieve
Some things are better left
But when there is theft
It's then set free
Nowhere near the tree
The evil now released
Our lives now deceased
The evil will never be shot
As we all lie and rot
Never shying
As we are dying
-Deceased: dead
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Poems Of My Emotions
PoesíaAs the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just...
