We were roses wilting,
our souls decaying.
It wasn't because we lacked rain
as happiness and company,
more because our time was up,
and it was as simpe as that.
I was apart of an equation
no one could figure out,
and that's where I found joy,
in being something more than just flesh
and bone left to wander this planet
until my time came.
And you? You were every inch
of sunshine on a rainy day,
every unspoken word
and misplaced love.
You just weren't mine,
not anymore.
-Harry Howard
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Poems
ΠοίησηThis is not going to be a real story, I'm going to put in several poems. I won't write them all myself but I will give credit to the ones who have written them. If it's unknown I will just put that underneath. If you want to share poems with me you...
