I'm sorry.
You were never invited.
You broke your way in,
And stole my red.
Alone.
You left me.
Choking on words,
That I never spoke.
I've lost something.
No, it was broken.
Before I met you,
But somehow you broke it again.
Help.
The light has blinded me.
All I feel is cold,
In the shadows you tossed me in.
You don't shine.
You're not bright.
Yet you are the only light,
That I can see in this emptiness.
It's cold.
The moon burns.
More than even the sun,
My sun.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
I had hope.
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Fly Away
PoëzieThese are just some poems that I wrote mostly at midnight. Why midnight? I don't know. Most of them are pretty random topics so if you don't like one just move to the next because it will most probably be on a different topic or have a different sty...
