I don't think
I can write a happy poem
Its not that I don't try
but how can I?
When my life a down pouring rain
With eerie, misty skies
and a forecast of thick fog
not even my eyes can glance through
I can't write a happy poem when my life is full piercing bullets leaving lacerations that will never go away
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Her Poetry
PoetryWork #4 : (poems I've written myself) you haven't read her poetry until you feel her words still rattling in your head for days. because her poetry will always kill a little bit of you as you read. her words are bullets to the heart, you can'...
