The sun rose once more on that hallowed ground,
Where I lost all faith, where no hope was found.
Life bloomed again, stood proud and grand,
Upon the soil where I couldn't stand.
The birds now dance, their songs well-known,
Where once i wept, abandoned, alone.
This ache I'll weather until I am but dust
But In eternity we shall reunite
O dear WE MUST!
-SleepyyAshh
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Pathentic Poetry
PoesíaMost of the sentiment depicted here are not my feelings. I tend to write this (so-called poetry) by mentally placing myself in different situations. Better put my overthinking ability to some use.
