One day, when I wasn't looking
Someone crept up behind
Stole my flowers
Stole my feast
Then brought them right back
And gave them to me
Like a present
And I believed it,
That he went out of his way
Into the forest off of the path
To procure three yellow daisies
And a dandelion
Just for me
Even though they were mine before
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
