In a world where words are scarce what's left to be said.
In a world where we speak little and the government speaks more what's left to be free.
Not trying to start a movement is what plays under my breath on repeat.
I just want to be free.
I live in a world where love is scarce so what's left to love.
If you think like that the words are never to be remade and freedom to never be refound.
In a world where love is scarce is it because I took it all for myself.
If so I don't regret a single thing.
In a world where happiness is plentiful.
Why do I have so little.
So if you get to keep the happiness my love and I will find refuge in another town.
We grow cherry blossoms in the middle of the road.
We make art not war and can be in love and still torn.
In a world where my lover and I took all of the love that is left to be had.
will anyone ever find the cherry blossom tree in the path.
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The Astronomers Last Words (An abundance of poems)
PoetryWhen a notebook isn't enough to hold your thoughts you try tumblr. Then when that fails as well because maintaining a blog is a taxing task and you would rather be reblogging gay love you then decide to make a WattPad story. Everything is mine inclu...
