sooo this poem is obviously dark but it has great meaning if read carefully! One thig i would like to add though is that, pls pls pls dont steal my poems! they mean the world to me!
The Tears of when I was dying where the best I ever had
heads bowed out of regret
fragile arms of the broken lent
expressionless faces to weak to worship
carless in your ways, forgetful of what you meant
headless beast that drown in hills, hunting for the coming death
running in circles that have no intimacy
familiar faces, jules of sorrow
the times you seduced your way out of a prayer
yet you keep breaking broken promises
they make blotches on my body, such tragic places
no one came to say my goodbye, oh such habits of fools
but peace in the end, to die looking at the moon
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