Literally just ramblings
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Kisses, mon ange
My heart is slowing
How do I admit to you?
Would it matter?
no, of course it wouldn't
Could you imagine?
Of course, of course
I think I've lost it
I can hardly think a thought
Everything is swarming
Like bloodsucking butterflies
Or something pretty but dark
Like the dead
Pretty, pale,and cold
Maybe even soft I don't know
Maybe the skin and flesh is so decayed
I could reach my hand into the corpses heart
I don't know does that seem correct?
I have no clue
All I do know is you look like a werewolf and God you look magnificent, mon amour.
How do I understand anything I don't even know
Everything feels strange
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I'm not saying who the mentioned person is because they're so insignificant to this poem, it isn't about them it's about my inner turmoil.
I made this 22 hours ago and I unpublished it right away but I think this really shows the fact that I'm loosing it, I'm jumping straight into the abyss... like yesterday was hard... I learned new things, lots of people died.... it was fucked honestly and I can't even remember Most of yesterday, which is fucking weird
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Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2
PoesiaA whole bunch of my poems since like 2021 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering yes I did copy and paste the description from rose thorns but changed the year (Quick thingy the series migh...
