Hallo, Du stehst in meinder Tür
Es ist sonst niemand hier, ausser Dir und mir
Komm doch erstmal rein, der Rest geht von allein
In Zimmer 483
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Standing in the mirror.
Glaring at my faults.
Remembering the jeers.
From other people.
...
Falling, falling into this puddle.
Of my own tears.
I'm crying and trying to see your face.
It's faded.
...
Look so peaceful.
Laying in the bed.
I smile and try.
Just to reach them.
...
Sweat trickling down my brow.
As you sit in front of me.
Mother.
Bitte.
...
I get most of my inspiration from school and my life. I am fifteen years old, so I won't be publishing anytime soon. Some of my poems are on German. I try to write English versions to go with it.)
Bloody Waters
As the people die.
The hope fades.
Blood spills.
Only to be wasted.
The water turns to crimsonBlack.
Bloody waters.
No hope.
For the future.
To avoid.
The bitter.
Feeling.
Death will capture.
Your blood.
Will stain the oceans.
As the water turns to blood.
You slip out of my hand.