When i'm old, there'll be no more tears.
Instead, i'll think about all my past years
Drinking champagne on rolling hills,
Watching Ma struggle with the bills.
Brown paper packages, arriving per day,
my brothers' blood lost in the fray.
When i'm old with ebony hair,
I'll think about why I should still even care.
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Poems
RandomJust a dump of poems I wrote from the depths of my heart you may be able to relate to. Varies from dark sad poems to a few happy ones.