in the end
the only thing kept as an unbroken promise
is the inevitable resting place
that will eternally cage our ribs
and remaining stardust
because the money
the fame
the fortune
the beauty
is no longer cared for
when we only remain
as brittle bones in a box
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Author:
elmiina (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry I have been gone!! Been very busy but I’m back and ready to create more content :)
- Category: Sad
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