They said it's a war,
Because some wanted the North,
But the only thing I knew,
Was Dad's not home.
Breaking news,
Flashed the TV,
Every day and night,
Bombings here and there,
Spreading fright.
Every month,
For nine days,
Dad came home to stay,
Promising to come back,
He'd go again.
When it all ended,
I saw Mom smile,
'Cause Dad'll come home,
And there's nothing to cause fright.
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The Dark Side of The Moon
PoetryOur minds are also somewhat like the dark side of the moon. There are some secrets no one knows, except us. Sometimes those secrets come out as words. So take a peek at my dark side... 🥇𝟙𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝟙 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 🏅 𝟝𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕒�...
