I am the reminder of the cycle of life you left behind.
I am the painful picture of the love you require.
I am the heartbreaking representation of the joy you lost on your way.
I am that comfort you are seeking now.
I am the beautiful chrysanthemum that you want atop your grave.
-Liyana
YOU ARE READING
A Letter
PoetryThis is my own personal shit that I have written. I will finish it here and maybe never return until I get into the same depressing shit again. Hits best when read using dark mode.
