Now I'll return
to my heavenly hell,
a place where happy memories dwell .
A place I use to laugh and smile.
A place that I would rest for a while.
Back I go
to my heavenly hell,
the same place that I lost myself.
The same place that my heart broke.
The same place that my soul burned.
Here I know
my heavenly hell,
to where I will go face myself.
Not for a day
But what's now a week,
I will feel
small,
scared,
and meek.
So here I am,
my heavenly hell,
I hope that you
will wish me well
CZYTASZ
Poems of Death
Poezja***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
