soft grey rain dotting my cheeks
pale dry lips shivering at night
maybe i have been doing this for weeks
knowing that nothing can make it right.
flaming sorrowed heart burnt
bold brown eyes quietly sting
there really is nothing to be earned
as i have just been covering.
pink blushed dust over my nose
cold fingertips start to shiver
my happiness wilts like a rose
down, i fall with nothing to deliver.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.