For no one
Someone though
Turtles are toys
Toys are turtles
My favourite colour is purple
But you're the stain
I can't get off my soul
You are a permanent mark
The light when it's so dark
So I'll play the harp
We will make it through the dark
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
