my poems have numbers
numbers as titles...
Seven cycles of the seasons later,
and I'm still gluing back together...
Nothing I wright
Can be as good as yours...
TW: sh!!
Please don't read if you're triggered by su1cide...
The door left ajar, suddenly creaked open.
Cold eyes shot me down to the hard ground...
Daddy i miss you
No more whiskered face rubs...
Waves of glowin metal
rise like a convoy...
You’ve sealed the promise
when I was born...
Alone in
The forgotten lighthouse...
This life is my first one,
This life is my last...
Some were prepared to be
Suicidal, I was like, alright...
The sun was waving goodbye before his sight.
There he was, alone sitting without feeling tense...