Poems from Cael Adams

young mediocre poet
If I knew it was the last time I would have kissed you longer Stared into your eyes harder Held you tighter Said goodbye stronger I was not...
One day I will stop writing here Or writing in general Then, I'll know I found peace
Nostalgia always comes at the end of the year, as a reminder of all the things you meant to do. Each year, I look outside the same window,...
Red blood Turns, dead and black, dripping from my cuts Pulses behind inky bruises, harbored like trophies Pumps through my life-force,...
I can not only hear my heartbeat, but feel it too Like a tree, it's roots give and take my blood throughout my body My blood, My sweet...

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