Into Nothing They Stared
(1/5)
Look at him stand, wearing them all
like a winner, proud. Yet with every breath,
there he stands, staring ahead—
just like the old times
when it was her and him,
and into nothing they stared ahead
while he whispered into her the hope that
they would be forever.
Oh, the good ol' days, when
she could still be his.
And with the dying sun,
their dying wishes—
which were as fishes to the cook,
skillfully slaughtered,
traditionally cooked
into the china dish
they were served.
As their hopes shattered into millions,
so alone he stands, staring ahead,
just like the old times,
when it was just him and her
and into nothing they stared ahead.
P.S: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 11, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!!?!?
P.S.S: This 1 of 5 poems/songs i wrote when i was 11
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