Falling
Falling
Slowly,
Falling.
Seemingly slower,
As I fall,
Towards the ground,
For a better,
Ended,
Life.
Oh look! A pretty sunset,
How sad it must be,
To watch a ugly girl,
Set,
Her life at the same time,
Stealing the spotlight,
Getting the attention,
The only things,
This girl,
Never wanted.
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My Poetic Preachings
PoetryThis is a book of things I feel about real people, real emotions, whether I have felt those emotions, or still do is varying from chapter to chapter.
