Sun, moon
Clouds, stars
Chilly winds
Teary scars
Teardrops of the sky
Breath of the earth
Feel it on your skin
Taste your own curse
Caress the grass
That you've doomed to hell
Breathe in the toxins
You know only too well
Skin of leather
Become those you kill
"Things'll only get better"
Or, at least you hope they will
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The Poems Of Me
PoesíaPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
