Poem based on the previous story:
Green eyes observe me
Longing in their stare
Like a ship at sea,
Like moths to a flame,
I'm drawn towards them
Longing in my stare
Our hands touch with a spark
And I realize too late
Their poisonous state
(Written: January 26th 2022)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
