the sun is setting on the horizon
and it's getting dark
my heart follows you
to your grave
and my life without you
might not ever be the same
but at least it's warm right now
and not in flames
YOU ARE READING
Venting In Verses
PoetryI vent here through my own poetry. The first few pieces aren't that good but I'm keeping them up to track my progress. So... enjoy, I suppose!
