One side is what we have been doing to our Earth and it's plants.
The other side is what the world should be, happiness and color.
The other side is what the world should be, happiness and color.
I'm scared
of uttering the words
"I love you"
Again.
Because what if
it was something
I never really meant?
I’m scared I’ll keep on standing at a grave
of someone who isn’t dead.
That i’ll miss you forever
even when I know you won't,
Being a poet
I think to be a poet means
To be one to bleed out
On lined paper
And express the hurt
you must feel.
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