I'm still the same,
An unchanged gem.
I'm different than before,
But alive nonetheless.
The world is alive,
Moreso than myself,
But none of that matters.
The dark still tugs at my heart,
In the recordings of the past.
I still feel them,
Stored in every letter.
Some things are meant,
To be left behind.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoésieJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
