Birthed from a void, into a place I haven't seen in full for nearly a year. I know it's not all well, when the cracks begin to show after just a few days. But I know how it feels to be out in space, drifting like the protagonist in the empty ending of a sci-fi film, so for that reason I'll soften this clay to fit whatever mould you wish. With you, a future isn't a dream but a promise, that stands waiting on the platform for me to arrive.
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Roses In Death
PoetryPoems strung together by notes, telling the story of a love that arrived and passed.
