Too LateA Poem by EternityWolf101Anyone with a broken heart has at least once felt love, and that is better than having nothing. Just something I like to think about.In the red autumn tide And frozen winds of an alien place A secluded gentleman with no words awaits With blonde hair overturned by tornadoes And clothes torn by hurricanes His fingers drag through the dirt Painting pictures with no meaning Butterflies with no dimension dance across the sandy beach Oceans of apathy dress the pretty grass A broken heart pulses softly underneath piles of dirt All for nothing Many places once called home Now all alone An alien of life An alien of humanity Pedestrians see him as a sideshow A freak that stares at dirt all day And draws nonsense to ghosts When they are gone He cries to himself The night sky by his side Empathy in the sickly man's dead soul "Please forgive me I didn't mean to hurt you I'll do whatever you want Just please take me back I love you" It is all that is written in patterns On the Earth's embracing canvas
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StatsAuthorEternityWolf101Lowell, INAboutHello, my name is Jeremy Williams. I'm a 16-year-old teenager in Lowell, Indiana and I love reading and writing. Short and simple response to what type of person I am. Reading and writing has been a p.. more..Writing
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