The view here is quite red,
But the feelings here are blue.
Staring at you as you bled,
The boy so baleful.
The tale of time,
Is still going.
The smile of aftercrime,
Is of blood.
A black-haired boy,
So mean and frail.
But his ill intent,
Is nothing of fail.
He could easily vanish,
As quick as the night.
His only disadvantage?
Is how he sounds like a kite.
Everyday with burden,
He walks on eggshells.
The world around him,
Laugh nothing but hell.
But deep inside everything,
Lies nothing but a soft heart.
He's too afraid to use it;
Too afraid it'd break apart.
The only thing he can do is revenge;
Revenge for the weak.
The weak are who he was helped by;
So the weak he should carry.
Just as long as no one gets hurt,
He shouldn't wary.
He's afraid of losing what's right to him,
Yes it's true,
But taking revenge shouldn't cause such view.
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This thing doesn't actually have its own title soo I just improvised (I'm so good guys!!!!!1!!1!1)
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Random poems
詩歌idk rly I'm just bored and decided to share my poems cuz sharing them with my friends only is just getting boring oh and since these ARE random poems, they actually are. most aren't related to eachother in any way so deal with it if none makes sense...
