Poetry
Black Hole
She was created the day two stars collided. Her kiss was black and beautiful. She used to say, love was like smoke and fire
She was created the day two stars collided. Her kiss was black and beautiful. She used to say, love was like smoke and fire
Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always
Say her name Burned to death for speaking out Placing seeds of doubt Telling it like it is Say her name Burned alive for speaking
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at