Destiny Is Just An Instruction Manual, I Want Poetry.
I wonder if the sun ever hates to rise,
I wonder if the moon ever dreads the night,
I wonder if the world sometimes wishes to burn,
I wonder if it would rather end, than continue to turn.
Perhaps the rivers and streams, esteem of drier dreams,
Perhaps the deserts wish to be wetter than we believe,
Maybe the mountains wish they were a bit more discrete,
And maybe the molehills are begging to be seen.
I wish the universe would change and set me free,
I don't want to be the person that I'm meant to be.
I wish the wind would blow through me like a leafy tree,
And my tides would ebb and flow like a breathing sea.
All I know is that I'm tired of being asleep.
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weeds: a collection of poetry
Poetryweed noun (1) \ ˈwēd \ Definition of weed (Entry 1 of 3) 1a(1): a plant that is not valued where it is growing and is usually of vigorous growth ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Death - CSA
