Blues with clouds turn to ash
Lies untold behind the mask
To be invisible, or little pities
Walls burn down when you're with me
I can't breathe from all the smoke
Little tears have been provoked
A strange soul, I try to believe
But all it was left to grieve
You're not dead but might as well be
Bridges have burned due to feelings
The world beheld thought to be human
What's that smell? Something's burning
I used to be someone who glistened
Bled and burned, I should've listened..
How dare you stab something so precious!
It's up to time, for the pain to lessen
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
