No,
my life is not poetryYes,
It isn't poetry.Nothing ever ends poetically
And everyone should know.Nothing ends happily
And everyone must know.Nothing ends poetically,
It ends and we all turn into poetryNo,
My life is not the poetry.
I am the poetry.As it all ends,
Everyone should know.We turn into poetry,
Everyone must know.There were things
There for a reasonWhy the sky was blue
And why the sun was yellowWhy the grass was green
And why blood was redSoon everyone will pass and
Turn into useless particles of dustBecause nothing
Ends poetically
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➵ Midnight Thoughts | ✔︎
PoetryRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...