My heart is too sad and
depressed for spoken words.
My heart can only weep
at what lays before me.
My world coming to an end
crumbling beneath my very
fingers. Drowning in the
rubble of my tears.
I stand upon a ledge in
my head none stop me
now. I leap from the ledge
I fear I may be dead.
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The Forget Me Nots
PoetryThis is a simple book of poetry no more, no less. Thank y'all so much for getting up to #4 in through my eyes, this is my highest ranking and I'm honored. :)
