A dreadful poem.

As I walk within these walls called life

Seldom do I see you smile

Smitten but not broken

Hearts tend to listen

Screaming at the top of my lungs

Breathing the air sharing it with you

Swimming deeper and deeper into the vast ocean

Where no one can ever see you once more

Though you passed by me every night

Every year and every second of the moment

Watching you fly so high

I’m watching dead people fly…

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