Too late.
Maybe it's too late
Maybe I'm too far gone
Too swallowed by the darkness
Too deep in the Mariana Trench that is this dread
All around me Tar,
To ward off any hope that someone might pull me out
And 10,000 black butterflies to remind me that delicacy isn't a virtue
That beauty isn't timeless, and everything must decay.
Constant reminders,
Like the grandfather clock ticking in the back of your mind
Just loud enough to echo into the empty spaces left by the silence.
Loud enough to remind me that time always moves on.
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A Collection of My Old Poetry
PoetrySo I decided I wanted to publish a bunch of my older poetry that I didn't want in my future publications but I didn't want it to go to waste so here it is! It does get dark at certain points, please know that I am okay! Many of these were written at...
