My lake?
In the trees,
If a death story,
My sweet scape,
Don't for give,
I'll try in remember.
Stupid light,
He watches my reflection,
And the mirror,
To see who you want,
I die slow.
I run into the west,
Makes me,
To take you existence,
And crying for tears,
My lonely hope.
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Building All Emotions
PoetryWhen every emotion can be built and in my thought maybe not as beautiful as the tear of a flower. Poems that talk about love, hurt and all forms of a feeling that still it's empty or emotions covered in a black ocean, deep and ephemeral.
