
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.
I see stars
shining in the night sky
and a soul.
Comments
This is incredible, I've been keeping my eyes on the trees for days now but have only seen the most minimal color transitioning! Wherever this is, it must be one of the first ones around you to turn -- I think you're lucky to have come upon it!
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