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Not sure why I'm doing this but here goes wooo poems
"Hello"
Time can do a lot of things.
It erased the feel of you-
the smell of cigarettes choking my lungs
As you walked through the door.
And though it wasn't smoke that lingered
It's the only way to describe the burnt taste
Left in my mouth every time I've greeted you.
---
Reality
My eyes have bled into this page,
I've stared at it for so long.
Accepting my reality on sleepless nights,
And choosing to stitch myself back together with my pen.
---
White Halls
The room is white-
It's blinding.
It hurts my eyes, but I can't look away.
It surrounds me, white hot flames licking the walls.
I cover my eyes to forget,
But I still see it, the everything which is so plentiful
It means nothing.
---
Abysmal
Before moments of harmony
That brush away bitter tears,
It's sometimes needed to look into the abyss.
To fall and to cry,
And to face the agony within oneself.
"Hello"
Time can do a lot of things.
It erased the feel of you-
the smell of cigarettes choking my lungs
As you walked through the door.
And though it wasn't smoke that lingered
It's the only way to describe the burnt taste
Left in my mouth every time I've greeted you.
---
Reality
My eyes have bled into this page,
I've stared at it for so long.
Accepting my reality on sleepless nights,
And choosing to stitch myself back together with my pen.
---
White Halls
The room is white-
It's blinding.
It hurts my eyes, but I can't look away.
It surrounds me, white hot flames licking the walls.
I cover my eyes to forget,
But I still see it, the everything which is so plentiful
It means nothing.
---
Abysmal
Before moments of harmony
That brush away bitter tears,
It's sometimes needed to look into the abyss.
To fall and to cry,
And to face the agony within oneself.