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Sleeping at dusk
An eyeless black husk
As mist swirls around
She drops to the ground
Her head is getting further and further from her skull
But away is the only place she has to go.
The sky's turning white
Her hands feel so warm
She needs to get out
Decisions lie torn
They lie on the ground soeroundong
Her figure. The baiege plauge will cause, Her to pull on the trigger.
Quarantine is kinda terrible, I'm just writing this for poetry club tho
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2020
"Dont worry" She says in the middle of the night.
"There are no monsters under your bed.
Little do we know, they are all in my head.
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2020
We are the shinning flower in the light
But we are the one star who hides at night
We are/know/am series part 2
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2020
I am the girl, I say with bright shinny eyes
The girl who "loves" to dance in the rain
I am the girl, I think as I drift away
The girl who uses the night to cover the pain
I am the girl, I smile as I walk by.
The girl who's "happiness" is the brightest light.
I am the girl, I write in the journal I try to hide.
The girl who feels like she is losing the fight.
I am the girl,
Who is tired of being.
The "Happy" Girl.
I actually love this and I know it probably wont go far, but i really hope it does, if you are reading this please share it, that would be very kind.
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2020
We know that people come and go,
And it hurts so much but that wont show.
This may become a series of poems at some point
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2020
Why does love have to be temporary,
And heartbreak be forever?
Why does happiness last a second,
While sorrow lasts a year?
Why is life the beginning and middle,
But death the very end?
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2020
When life is present,
Like a shooting star,
You wish for death to come,
Knocking at your door.
But when death comes knocking,
At your very front door,
You wish for life to come running,
But it isn't there no more.
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