As my world falls apart,
I drift back into the dark.
I can't feel my heart ,
yet I can still hear it beat ,
And I once felt it's heat.
As that heat was extinguished,
so was my light.
I know it isn't right,
I know she doesn't want it,
But I do.
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Dark Places
RandomThis is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope you enjoy it as much as i do! P.S. some of the poems at the start are a little amateur. All rights reserved. Photo credit: the internet
