Desolated's Hope
When your dear bearing knights
Land an arrow into the hearth,
The home shakes on its own,
Buried in deep dirt.
That was similar to how thoughts
That, by chance, passed by
Faded the happiness
Replaced by a goodbye.
But that was a sad memory...
Tomorrow is a different day;
Yesterday becomes history;
Goodbyes are cliché.
You'll meet again.
Don't worry, young Soul.
When Time's done with you,
What once was broken becomes whole.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2017.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
