College poet from Chicago, IL.
The only thing I can compare her to, is a broken vase. A beautiful boutique of endless different flowers it seems. All so individually complex and vibrant.
By S.G. Hill7 years ago in Poets
Accepting the death of a loved one is less painful. Death of someone else, to you, is not fatal. It is less painful than accepting a loved one.
What am I even doing with my life? Most people ask themselves the same question. But I won't resort to the thought of a knife.
This world is too little for me. Too little for my love. Too little for my thought. Too little for care. Too little for my renaissance.
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