My remains maybe six feet under
or in the sea scattered
My mistakes will long outlive me
People may forget my face
People may forget my voice
But what was—will always remain in history
Engraved on my stone
Buried in the soil
Swallowed by the sea
Heavens may forgive me
But history shall remember me.
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My Silent Screams (on going)
PoetryPoems of unsaid thoughts and feelings. This isn't really well made and I just wrote this from my heart. This book is filled with just little pieces of me that I write down to somehow find comfort and shelter to my vulnerabilities. These are the emot...
