I remember the days we spent,
looking at the stars.
we'd spot all the constellations,
and even try to find mars.
we'd go biking at midnight,
and watch the sun rise.
how could I ever know,
that you were my demise?
that you break and leave me,
and watch me slowly die?
now I sit alone at midnight,
not waiting for the sun nor stars,
but for someone to take me to mars.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
