Jun 2020
Detached like, Burning nights.
no lights, without hope.
missing scope, not alike.
Separate Dreams, Laughing peers.
dry tears, exposed lies.
useless tries, my extremes.
Apart now, Nothing here.
all fear, Brighter times.
hidden crimes, I allow
no lights, without hope.
missing scope, not alike.
Separate Dreams, Laughing peers.
dry tears, exposed lies.
useless tries, my extremes.
Apart now, Nothing here.
all fear, Brighter times.
hidden crimes, I allow
Wow. I actually sat down and prototyped a poem instead of just writing it in a fit of emotional rage. Ehh. It doesn’t have a name so if anyone can think of a good one, and allows me to use it, I’ll happily accept it. Enjoy
: )
Edit: okay after some long contemplation, I’ve decided to call it Allow. It was suggested by one of my friends and I believe it has a sweet punch to it.
: )
Edit: okay after some long contemplation, I’ve decided to call it Allow. It was suggested by one of my friends and I believe it has a sweet punch to it.
