poetry about
the evens and the odds.
the heavenly and the sinfully.
the peace and the chaos.
the chase and the run.
the gain and the loss.
but most of all, it's about us.
we are not perfect people. there are days where we fall, times where we rise but at least we made it. here we are now,
fighting for lives that matter.
and this can go both ways:
good or bad.
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falling ashes
Poetrythey were falling ashes, specks of destruction that peacefully coated the earth. | old poetry | sorry about the horrible grammar lol i'll try to find some time to look through them and fix my mistakes
