We are the Christmas carols
being sung during spring
We are the odd numbers
we could never be even
We are the outcasts way too
complex for you to understand
We are the different breed
a combination of species
We are the grey in-between
the black and white paintings
We are the wrong in the right
lies spread like a wildfire
We are the reason they say
maturity is not defined by age
Unusual beings is what we are
extremely out of this world so extraordinary
L.S
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DESOLATE
Poetry·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
