Poetry

But my words are ruined by thoughts of you and me. And every poem of mine, Seems to only ever repeat The same old words, Like an old favourite song, Merging into my heartbeat.

Poetry

You reminisce a time, like it was a dream, And it's tugging on your vacant heart, Draining and weighing down at once. You can't help but

Poetry

There was a time where there was light, A time you'd try to reach the sky, Just to know what a warm touch was like. But

Poetry

You always took pride is being made of stone, A heart buried so deeply within the barricades, Others often contemplated its very existence. You loved to

Poetry

There are two types of people, you once told me. Those who can move galaxies with their bare hands, And those who can paint pictures with

Poetry

We're stuck in a world that burns white, As pure as our souls, before the day We met, and everything turned grey. The sunsets are colder

Poetry

It's a harmony of lines, all twisting around your back, Shades of emerald and ebony running across your skin. Your entity is held together by works

Poetry

Your world is plunged in an eternal stagnant sunshine, A bleak kind of brightness that feels cold on your skin. The light casts shadows in the