Is it better to die of old age, full of regret and memories, but slowly fading into dust, or is it better to die young, full of life, but never truly lived.
Death, kiss me slowly, but at the right time.
Death, kiss me quickly, and make it beautiful.
Death, kiss me quietly, and make it perfect.
CITEȘTI
A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoezieThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
