Then I simply imagined it wasn’t there.
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
We live in a vicious cycle.
The two forever in circulation; caught in a delicate balance.
Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking,
but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
Just a piece reflecting the way I feel about myself and the relationships I've unintentially destroyed. Hope someone likes it.
Just something I came up with for the the daily prompt. I'm sick so it sounds a little woe is me lol
Just a simple poem about life. :)
Break ups can take a toll on a person
sometimes... i bloody hate my heart
I wait here since hundred years and still counting.
...destroy something beautiful
Handsome Jack's musing after Moxxie dumps him.