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 Apr 2019 Werdkraft Fenrite
ymmiJ
Before the leaves come
Winds chime on hollow dead limbs
winter leaves as summer yawns
I am sitting in the sun
Wind brushing off
Pure tears of suffer
My mind goes numb

Dropping on the tiles
Just like the spring rain
It calms me down
It's going to be okay

Numbness slowly goes away
The sweet melody in my brain
Makes the world pitch black
In a rather delightful way

Hello love, long time no see
A promise to never leave ?
Well now we will be together
Cause eternity is forever.
Waiting for your opinions or suggestions ,cause they are valuable to me ,because that's the only way for me to know my mistakes and get better at writing poems.
 Apr 2019 Werdkraft Fenrite
zumee
…………..…to   every....................
……...…poetic   moment………..
……......……..its   angle…………...
……………......of   *******….
I want to still my mind like the stale old
mans’s dentures in water. Dampen this illness
of mankind and silence it like the unplanned
plans of his non visiting only daughter

watching youthful eyes screen a brain unwind
his shaking limbs blown by conversation
winds. Faith in three courses of substances
fixing mice, experimental manslaughter
You said you would take me higher,
To a place where I don’t feel so low.
You promised me you would deliever
But you only take me lower.

You were my angel.
You bought me up to heaven,
Holding me by the hand.
Then you dropped me back down.
Sending me plummenting into the ground.
I fell into a new low,
From the highest place one could go.

I am digging below rock bottom,
Reaching a new low that I didn’t know I could go.
Lower than low.

This is my new low.
The grave I dug for myself to lie in.
I look more dead than these skeletons
It is too deep for light to enter,
There is no love down here,
Only hate.
 Apr 2019 Werdkraft Fenrite
Sim
silk sheets burst into flames
blood drops of a victimless crime
devour me with your ruby gaze
pray on me one last time.
 Apr 2019 Werdkraft Fenrite
ilo
I lay in a field of dew fresh flowers
And dream of sweet spring showers
Time and Time take autumn to spring
And a tree begins to grow from me
Now mist and dew are due to me
❤️
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