You never sat in the tall grass high,
Curious about the world,
And it's actions.
Saddened by the way it ended.
Wisened by the sight.
Taken away by its actions.
Curious every last bit of it,
From where it began,
To where it ends.
Right here beneath your feet.
YOU ARE READING
The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
