When the sun has left us,
And the moon has risen,
There I lye waiting,
When the grass has died,
And the animals leave,
There I lye waiting.
The good stuff will leave,
The bad things shall stay,
But still I lye waiting,
From curses to death,
A humans final breath,
Motionless I lye waiting.
The sun doesn't rise,
The moon doesn't shine,
The stars have burned out,
The coldness set in,
No one is here,
But still I lye waiting.
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Poems
Poetrythis was originally on the account @Annabethchase123467 but was transferred to this account since the original is deactivated. these are poems I write in my free time when I need to let some feelings out warning: constant themes of suicide, depressi...
