falling to your death from a plane
a beautiful tragedy which all looks the same
another bouquet of flowers to rot
another person who ‘cares’, truly not
tears falling freely from the sky
another day, another dismal life
falling, yet flying to a release
a life full of badness finally ends in peace
peace from those screams at night
the ones that hated you glorify you in light
does death really have to be the start
the start of love within their hearts?
Great writing. Drama is what makes the best poetry!
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Thank you! Drama certainly helps stir the inspiration cauldron
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This is great I felt like I was flying
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I’m so glad my writing could evoke such a feeling! Thank you!
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