Say sorry to the hands that feed you!
Don't you realize that their love for you is true?
Say sorry to the people who's hearts you've stolen!
Don't you realize they take you to be golden?
Say sorry to the mouths that despise you!
Don't you realize they used to take you their guru?
Say sorry to the hearts that you've broken!
Don't you realize that their love for you has spoken?
Say sorry to the people who you've pushed away!
Don't you realize that they'll support you come what may?
Say sorry to this obsidian web that you weave;
because if you don't, you'll be left with only crumbling leaves.
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poesy of doom
Poetry❝ why is nurturing sorrow like sprouting a tree, why are we not the humanitarians that we would like to be? ❞ ━ my book of poesy that drips of the warmth of saturn; the wrath of hades. do not read if you are not prepared to embrace this cryptical gl...
