Poems from Grahamacre00

Red light from our sinking star fills the setting sky, must it be that every night the lovely sun must die?
Faces passing by bland grey in the corner of my eye To think I see them every day again and again along my way they don't know my name I...
Time passes fast I live slow Where time sprints I quietly go
Slacking Whining Whacking Pining   My big brother   Ignoring Too loud Roaring Over Proud   My brother   But he turned out okay in the end. 
Amber veins of brittle stem spread thinly through my body, serving as a fragile skeleton to structure my scarlet paper skin as I am tos't...