Day by day
My pen lands on a battlefield
Of dead trees
Over and over again
Creating words crafted by creative minds
Long before poetic sentences to capture an innocent mind
Where placed upon paper
The beautiful tree's that were once everywhere
Have become less pretty to the eyes of the dammed
The future to them is meaningless
Even is if chokes them
To death.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
