Stars fall to ground
Just blink once
All you knew disappeared
The sun left for better
A world that she could bear
Your days become rainy
No one you would care
They fall to the ground
And she disappeared
Now the only thing that's left
Is a question
Lingering in your head
Why became this world so dead?
YOU ARE READING
Dyingful Poetry
Poesie"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...
