Grandma
I thought I was okay.
Grandma,
I lied.
I asked for the key
To the attic.
But not for my old music box.
For the gun you keep.
-Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
