Untitled, as of nowA Poem by Death's PoetThe smell of clean laundry and cigarettes The stars twinkling above us in the grassy field The feeling of your arms wrapped around me The taste of your vanilla chap stick The sound of the crickets cutting the silent Denver night Shattered by the sound of an alarm clock I woke up alone
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Added on August 11, 2018 Last Updated on August 11, 2018 Author
Death's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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