Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
Monday, December 4, 2017
Just friends lll
A maze into oblivion
A moth to flame
Incinerated
Each game I played
Each test I passed
I was cold
I promised I would be.
Again a moth burned in your cool blue flame.
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