HEYYY, so here's some of my poetry. Keep in mind that my grammar is trash, also give it your personal meaning <3.
Her misty-
Every day she whispers something I no longer recognize.
She can't live without me, and I can't wait to be free of her.
The feeling that I can't speak, as if I'm wrapped in a red blanket, is suffocating me.
I can finally understand, clearly, her eyes looking at mine; I wonder if she's truly an angel or just some blurry memory.
A seed is what she offers, and just know that I can't complain; going down my throat, I feel it in my chest.
Everything binds, and a leaf slowly emerges.- LB
From Author, me.
I have no inspiration. For what I'm going to do with my life, for what am doing, for what i have to or want to.
I'm a lost cause as they said, as i think.
Ti'll the moment the flowers grow as they died, I'm going to seat here, crying, screaming and dying. Makes me sad, because i want to be as the flowers, inspirating. - LB
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