Hearts are broken, heads are high.
Smirks of pride, as they walk on by.
Blonde hair flowing, lips of dark red.
They rolled their eyes as we bled.
Delicate lilies, velvet rose petals.
On their shelves, a streak of gold medals.
They're standing proud, it sickens me.
As if they're the perfect human being.
Icy blue eyes, Gucci heels.
Silver earrings, exquisite meals.
Pearly white teeth as they watch us rot,
Laughter in their eyes as they watch us drop.
You are all so supportive! I'm #494 in poetry already. Without you, I don't think that I'd continue this. Maybe this is what I needed all along to commit to a book.
Loyal readers.
You can do it too, I'm sure it's possible. I'm sure that if you try hard enough, you can glide your way to the top. If there's anything that I've learned while writing this book, it's this-
If you love something enough, you can make it possible.
~Zøë✨
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
