This final piece of poetry
the final words I say
ringing never echoeing
through out my final day
no more acts
i shall play
my days feel like years
slowly drifting by
while i just sit here
thinking how to say goodbye
should i tell them what i think
the things I feel are real
the truth that i believe in
the darkness that I dwell
I believe that living and breathing
are complete opposite things
living is being happy
to be able to smile
breathing is a different story
just the fact of being alive
but, when we are done living
why should we keep breathing
how can you say goodbye
this is mine
my final piece of poetry
my final goodbye
YOU ARE READING
all of my poetry
Poetrybasically i live, i breath, i dance, i read, and i write. Thats my life so this is a bunch of my poems that i would really appreciate if you read
