Someday,
The sun won't shine.
Someday,
The trees will die.
Someday,
All life will go.
Someday,
No one will know,
Who is here,
And who is not.
Who has gone,
And who still lives.
Who do you think will survive?
Will it be you,
Me,
The birds,
Or the bees?
The truth is,
We'll all be dead.
Gone forever,
Without a trace.
Someday.
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Mistaken
PoesíaA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
