"Valhalla is the best fate, honestly!
I feast with the Gods and heroes!"
He yells at the girl
Mourning a love who
Never died.
Tears stream down
The shaking girl's face
As a smile
Plays on the boy's lips.
"It's none of your business!"
With the gun
To his head.
"I'm accurate, though."
His voice echoes in her head
While she sits next to a woman
She doesn't know,
Morning a boy they
Loved
In different ways.
"If you're smart, you'd be happy for me."
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I Can't Fake It
Poetry• Cover by: @riyuskki • A spam book, essentially, of poems. On the last day of seeing my friend of three years he told me: "Keep writing. You have a talent for it and I can tell you get something from it." So today, I present to you the contents of...
