Every other world envied the light in me
Which now you've reduced to litter
Even the flames envied the fire in my eyes
Which now has turned into watery goodbyes
Even the flowers envied my smile
Which now you've turned bitter
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Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
