We were kind of like flares
Firing through every, and all love affairs.
But just like a flare,
We vanished into thin air.
Never to be heard of, seen, or given any care.
October 2015
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
Just A Flare
We were kind of like flares
Firing through every, and all love affairs.
But just like a flare,
We vanished into thin air.
Never to be heard of, seen, or given any care.
October 2015
