D U L L
Life use to be so fun.
all those days of laughter
Days of summer sun.
I thought they'd never end.
But then the winter came.
Killing leafs.
Killing flowers.
Killing me.
For now I am dull.
Like a withered tree,
Memories haunt my soul.
What has happened to me?
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
