"Me"
Why would I bother?
If can't make your butterflies fluster,
Courage I can't even muster,
And words I can't gather.
Then what is it are you after?
Never been my soul'd be this weaker.
Endless thoughts grew fiercer,
With a dark and unknown future.
Would you still even bother,
As the world has never been so darker?
Is it I, you were after?
A lone and troublesome disaster.
12/27/2019 7:30 A.M.
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
