I see the world so ugly, but lying here in nature, I am wrong.
My heart needed to feel the trees. I've been sheltered way too long.
The butterflies surround me. The plants are up to my neck.
Living life in a dark room, it's obvious why I was such a wreck.
How pretty are the dandelions. How sweet is the clean air.
Why'd we close ourselves behind doors, wilting in despair.
4/1/12
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
