The stars glisten and sparkle
as I look up above
in the dark cold
night
in which I stand above
the bodies I slew.
In which each breath I take becomes colder
then the next.
In which I close my heart further from the rest.
In which my limb fell detach from my body
In which the stars taunt me from where I stand.
please turn back time
I wanted to yell at the stars that made me
but the words were shoved down by my own fear.
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150 things I never said
PoetryA book of poetry as the title 152 things i never said to a friend or a stranger @Wishing_Angel made the cover. It's beautiful
