Standing at the stairwell,
at the highest height of our home,
I saw our castle crumbling down
like little pieces of bread
we scattered on the ground
with no intention
of coming back.
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Poetrya random notebook that I'll fill with poems and stories to keep me busy (aka feeling productive) during quarantine. Stay safe and enjoy reading! ❤️
the staircase
Standing at the stairwell,
at the highest height of our home,
I saw our castle crumbling down
like little pieces of bread
we scattered on the ground
with no intention
of coming back.
