The palace out the sky
Don't we all want to cry
The palace in the sky
Is falling
The man made from your words
His skin uneven
It turns, it turns
Is this what you wanted?
It yearns, it yearns
For the palace to break?
It burns, it burns
You say the world is ending
Flaming
Yet you're in tears
Cold
It's all anyone fears, fears
Lonely
Like a breath in December
Harsh
It appears then leaves
Nothing
Like all good ideas
Nothing at all
Coming to an end
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Miscellaneous Poems From a Miscellaneous Person
PoetryA bunch of poems and Haikus I have written in my free time. Quality varies. Uploads randomly. Read in any order you like.
