The sun-kissed breeze washes over me
And still I find it missing.
The memories that allowed me to breathe,
Outside this nightingale prison.
O’ my loss of vision;
Forever imprisoned.
By the mercy of time,
How I wish to fly.
Missing memories of time.
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Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
