You sit in stillness to reflect on your short-lived life.
Thinking about what you could've done to prevent the one thing that keeps you up at night
Since then, you've tried to convince yourself that it isn't true, but you saw the knife.
You stare at your window, trying not to cry, when suddenly you see her in the form of a dove, still shining bright.
YOU ARE READING
All's fair in love and poetry
PoetryHi! I just wanted to share some of my poems. I haven't been writing for very long so don't expect these to be awesome.