I smiled down at
The darkness beneath
Few floors away
And
Heaven awaits
Gust of wind whispers
"You're almost there,
Just a step"
I tried to look back
Foolish enough to find a reason
Memories of pain, blood
Return to haunt, tears pool up
Just a step
And it all ends
"Not so soon love"
End?
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Petals That Prick
ПоэзияThe art of excruciating the life within to make else someone happy; That's what flowers master at, shine until they die. Ever wondered does that hurt, being vibrant and seemingly happy? Do not, it'll pain and those petals will prick (For better i...
