Before this mess
birds used to sing
in trees
under the happy,
smiling sun.
Before the world shattered
flowers used to bloom
in fields
with petals
of all colors.
Before we all fell
we used to smile
and laugh
beneath the happy
smiling sun.
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Poetry
Poetrypoetry & thoughts there are some things I just can't say out loud ⭐️💫 -started 4/10/16- I wanted so bad to be the small bird that made your eyes change from grey to green. I still do, I always will because now I'm realizing that I just want to be...
