old shitty poems I made :[
I once again recall the ones I left in pain
As I'm awoken in a void full of red, red, red.
I make a wish upon a thousand paper cranes
to remind you of my feelings
If everything was all a misunderstanding,
would everything go back to how it was?
The regret knocks on the door, as the tears you don't see get swallowed up.
And then I fall.
Again and again.
~24th may, 2022
go back?
