Thunder and rain
A little breeze through my brain
Hold me close
Because I'm afraid
Black tears are falling
And I keep you calling
Please, don't go
Or leave my heart
It's already dark in all my cards
You will breath
As I will grieve
But I cannot care
When you are still there
Stupid of me
I've long forgotten
That we've already rotten
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Dyingful Poetry
Poetry"I need something to kill me, I am tired of taking my own life..." Here are some poems I've written. There are some that are pretty dark and some have a deep meaning, but well that's life, dark and deep. Started: 07.15.2019 Finished: 08.20.2019 Than...
