is not the end, this
A poem with different meanings
The world is losing me
Day by day, little by little
It would be foolish to believe, that
This is where I'm supposed to be
In my beautiful heart, I know
I will watch, everything fall apart
I would never promise, that
Love will be enough
When all I know is
How much even the air hurts
You won't ever hear me, say
I am a phoenix rising
From the middle of ashes
I can only have faith, in the truth
If I was gone, If I disappeared
No one would notice
You can't honestly, say
There is a way to save me
When I already know
This will end, badly
Even if you told me, a thousand times
You would never, convince me
I matter
Because, I already know
Different
I won't lie, I won't tell you
This will all be okay
About the Creator
The Invisible Writer
Nothing is more beautiful than love
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