Poems from AlyssSings

I crave 'goodbye' a word I never heard, only felt. somehow I think the sound of it would have brought a peace rather than the histrionics...
All I can hear is silence and my feeble heart with its feeble beat, And a muffled sort of laughter as you parade around the street With...
she loves me; she loves me not. she promised she'd stay, but then forgot. roses are red, like cardiac death. violets are blue, like cold...

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