i sit alone
on 'em streets
thinking about the days
and the nights that's fallen
on my eyes
life
then us
like a death that we never wanted
but you don't listen
and i don't mind
the existence of sadness
that we forged
due to the mishaps
that we both painted
together
just to let each other know that
we were never meant to be
the ones that'd stay
and be the one
for which we had always craved
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Into the Dense
PoetryInto the dense is a collection of 10 short poems that mainly focus on the human emotions of sadness and depression. Most of the poems speak about the nightmarish experiences of one's past and lonely nights that one spends. Two successors of Into the...
