clouds form in the sky
painted black
forecast for the week
gloom
only if i could see your beauty
i don't know what to do
so i dash
away from reality
day dreams are the only thing keeping me alive
my dreams are even starting to feel
dull
and useless
my life has no use
the world gone
broken
and it's all our fault
freedom no longer
all there is
is the spark of hope
though
hope is for the weak
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
