It was like losing ,
Losing little pieces of me ,
I tried ,I tried ,to scream ,
But death wouldn't reach me ,
I was like the town ,
Now deserted to something
After the passing of storm ,
I tried ,but found nothing .
The glowing sun is hidden ,
Blood Laid fresh on snow,
And in this lonely night ,
I have nowhere to go ,
Voices are all around me ,
I'm alive ,that's what they know,
But how should I tell them ,
I've died years ago?,
Hopes,greeds,emotions ,desires,
That's what makes us believe,
That what God's have deemed upon us,
Is something ,beautiful to live.
It's just that I'm made of curses ,
And you're made of memories.
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Unsaid
PoetryIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
