the candles go out
when you start to pout
i didn't ask
for your stretched sympathy
all i wanted
was a silent symphony
so leave me alone in the dust
and let my heart rust
(a/n: merry christmas!)
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
