Poetry; Love, Death and Issue.

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Here a collection what I wrote, that's so-called poetry.
Love, Death and Issue,
                                                                           Cr: Haenuli artworks

We kiss in black and white
I turn him pink in the daylight
And I- love him with all my might.

The real roses in my room died
But the love he gave me still survived
And new roses- grew inside.

The Language I use to speak with you
Is the language I speak with God
To pray for flesh and blood
Of those who I once loved.

Love and I will never meet
Just as the sun chasing after the moon
Standing over each other but no hand to reach
Fear of burning if touches each other
Love and I will never meet one another.

At 12pm I text my parents I'm going out and I'll be back before the dark
To write a letter about myself that I am leaving without a doubt
And you- will see this letter when the sun comes out.

Will you believe what I can see
If I tell you that I can feel and hear
The unfaithful of this society
And That is why I wanna die this instantly.

The friend inside my head
Telling me everything is going to be bad
The friend inside my head
Saying it won't leave me until I am dead.

People say I don't talk a lot but that's because they've never heard the conversation inside my head
Where I talk forever with my self about being dead.

The wings I use to fly
Are cut off by the issues
I have inside.

"Don't give up" is what people tell corpses to not rot away.
"Be happy" is what people tell corpses to grow flowers on their graves.

The pretty flower crown on my head has thorns that prick into my brain and sing to me sweet death song.

It's hard to say what's in my head when all I get is negative feedback.

I didn't get to play the song I wanted
Because life didn't let me live
And now the soil is above me
And I'll never get to play the song I wanted.

I play pretend with myself
Having conversations about love and issue
Saying things that will never come true
Telling myself love will find me, the issue will go away
And I play pretend with myself every day.

- Mony

Thank yourself.
Love yourself.

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