5. Falling Fortnight

But the only thing I have left
When the tears are gone
Are the words within me.

Melancholy poems will never betray me
And these words will always hold the precious moments close
Long after my body and soul are gone.

Poetry is supposed to make you feel
And that’s all I ever do.
Nothing ever lasts
But the memories.

5. Falling Fortnight

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