what have we done, darling?
we're like chaos.
we are everything, we killed the dinosaurs.
we're like the rain from the cloudless sky.
my darling, my sun,
my hope- you are no fun.
i waited for you to cry,
but i found out, that you have died.
YOU ARE READING
poet's not dead
Poetrypoetry written by an anarchist, teenage, lonely girl obsessed with music, books and history. i try to add life into words, mix body, mind and soul into a one thing. because that's what we are. humans. ENGLISH'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SORRY!!
