Poems from a younger time
Mostly angsty poems I made when I was younger
Those little glowy thingies, We call them “stars”, Come out. To many people, that is all they’ll ever be; Those glowy little “stars”, that only appear at night. But to me,
First time he's gone, First time he's left. But third time's the charm, Third time's his death.
My soul so confined; My heart so scrapped… My love so divine. No matter how hard I try… My tears spill endlessly; My life filled with lies… My group so friendlessly…
I gaze up at the stars sometimes, only to ponder: "Why do they get to be up there? While I am stuck down here?" Nothing ever makes sense anymore in...