A poem about the mark we leave on the world when we're gone and about legacies. Thank you for reading :) <3
Choose your words wisely, as it someone can carry it with them (good or bad) forever. Everyone's mind is a tree, be careful not to be the axe to bring it down, it scars.
Will I be a historical figure, or simply be forgotten?
Aren't we all just lingering between hope and hell?
I started writing poems only recently; this was one of my first.
I'm totally new here so I don't really know how this goes, sorry if people expect longer.
Hope you enjoy and I might re-post again i...
Dean is waken up by two adorable drunk angels. And he, of course, can't say no to his beautiful angel, Castiel.
About a girl who thought his brother was lost~
The poem is about a girl, a match, and its fire.