Poems by Mort

[Mort]

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Fly on wings of downy dreams,
Into the stary sky,
Where angels sing of wonderous things,
Like the love of you and I.


Rott

I tried
I cried
I only wanted to make things better
I care
I despair
It seems that I can never
do anything right
Especially not the things that really count
The smile on my lips is bitter
and my heart is torn and broken
litter
on the ground
around my feet
you're walking on my shattered heart
Leave me be
Let me lie here
lie here alone
crying
I'm dead
let me rot