To die was an art
This we know
Offered our hearts
Ages ago
Fire to ash
Shrub to seed
Never forgot
What was seen
Hearts on fire
Souls arisen
Our tired ghosts
Have been forgiven
Gone are we now
Far away
This is our vow
All we say
YOU ARE READING
Words for the lonely
PoetryPoems written by a weirdo with issues! These don't always make sense but it's my art. Enjoy!
