Date: 23-06-2016
A Dying Star
Darling, you were not meant for this world
of monsters and snakes
that devour everything in their wake
of darkness and sorrow
ridding the hope of tomorrow.
Darling, you were not meant to live
a life of regrets
a life of pain
a life you've lived in utter vain
for there is no salvation
there is no right path
when you're surrounded by sinners
in a world pitch-black.
Darling, you were meant for more
so much more
than the tears that escape
your innocent, broken heart
so much more
than the inky pools
of death's cold touch
so much more
than the end.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
