As my eyes see the clouds pass by every minute, my mind plays a very sad song on a spinet. I see up to the sky paying a tribute to my improvements, but I look down with a feeling so sour like a grapefruit with a taste of amusements. In my head though, I know that I will see all of my favorite flowers again so, stay happy I say, stay happy, and don't be too sappy, this is just a short road trip, so just take one small nappy to take some rest from all of the headaches that take you down at best.
- July 16, 2019
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Prismatic Poetry
PoesieA poetry book containing poems written between 2018-2020. The poems were originally written and used by me as Instagram captions for my turtle's account, @maxxloniatheturtle.
