White lines on the ground.
An eerie silience passing through the streets,
a beating heart for all to hear.
Darkness perfectly painted on top of the rooftops tonight.
In the sky, a few flickers of light here and there.
No flowers and love,
no trees and no rain.
Only snow and us
And I think I'm okay like this.
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Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
