The colours around him shattered...
The smile he had proudly worn faltered...
And the person he use to be was no more than a fading memory.
He had shredded that part of him into the past like a snake does its skin...
It was no more, no longer living...and forgotten.
He became as cold and dark as a winter night. He had abandoned the light, turned his back on redemtion and now the only thing he knew was retribution.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryPoems molded from the emotions that taints the heart, the words I've garnered from my thoughts and the beauty that lives in my past. ©Copyright2020 All poems in this book were written by me @fujoshiiiiiiiiiii. Therefore, no part of this book should...
