the plane is crashing and
all i want to remember is your soft lips.
the plane is crashing and
everything i had faded on a bliss.
you left,
as flowers dried out in the shining moonlight
on a winter sight.
you left right before the plane crashed.
please,
don't take my last bit of hope from me,
because i don't know if i can handle it.
please,
don't let me break free
from the ashes that already are burning.
because i won't be able to see
the flowers that are still growing.
24-01-2023
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
