The cold breeze reminding me
The grim is just around the corner
While my eyes are finding thee
Who made me a loner.
You always sang solo in life
And greeted your only audience that day
With a bright smile carved by a knife
Reaper too mourned on that day.
The tears punishes me refusing to yield
As I stutter to speak a few lines for her,
The flesh unlishes thee and flames get killed
As I couldn't read between the 'fines' from her .
Whispers didn't stopped just grew a little crude,
When the final nail invaded the coffin's wood.
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Poetry from a Naive Quill
PoetryMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...
