"Change"
Why would you even care?
You can't even shred a tear.
Feelings you can't spare,
It's the worst thing I fear.
Words I didn't want to hear,
Said easily with a glare.
These things I bear,
The promises we swear.
I'll set myself free dear,
Resetting every thing clear.
From the darkness I came and stare.
To darkness I go and dare.
12/28/2019 2:14 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.
