The plane can fall.
The ship can sink.
But as of now
Tis what I think:
The world can crumble
And people die,
But happiness follows
To where I lie.
A heart could break.
A love despised.
Though sad it be
I've realised:
That it will pass,
Just like all storms;
Like butterflies
It transforms.
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Sometimes I think, well done Fiona when I write poems. This is one of those.
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Depression?
PoetryThis is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
