My capacity for love burnt out like an exploding star
Intense, loud, and bright
The kind visible from 1000 light years far
The kind that lit up the night
But now all that's left is black
Meak, small and silent
And I don't think ill get it back
All that's left is a dull shade of violet
-a.m
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In My Head- Various Poems by A.M
PoetryThis is just a lil thing where I am going to put all of my poems in. Super informal and disorganized for now.
