Poems from spookycade
I write about feelings and my opinions on things. I'm 15 years old and want to pursue music or some kind of art.
No moon.
No stars.
No light.
Just
Shadows, and silence.
This feeling's just right.
Hugged by a blanket. Silk sheet against my...
I don't understand why people always say they care
Then a month later, they go and disappear.
It leaves me locked up in a dark state of...