Undinished Smippets
And then they fade away,back to the Earth from which they came,
And time passes on ever the same,
for they're born to bloom, yet destined to decay
~
Yes, friends are truly as precious as gold,
Their value without measure,
They’re priceless, or so I’m told
For they’re life’s greatest treasure.
~
So after the eruption, who’s to blame?
When there’s nothing but ashes and dust
after the flame
And a collection of fractured trust.
~
No words could describe how they'd feel
But the lenses they wore were broken, cracked,
They twisted and warped all that was real,
And showed them all the things they thought they lacked
~
A collection of snippets from an assortment of poems; upcoming, to be written or to be revised or published on here. Either way, a wip.
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