Whistling willows,
And humming hills,
Sun kisses the grass,
The trees sway with the windsong,
The birds in their branches tell each other good morning,
The sky smiles blue,
How beautiful a funeral day can look,
A hole in the Earth is filled,
Dirt pours over the mahogany,
Bury it deep enough,
Maybe my bad thoughts will never escape it,
The Sun shines brightly,
It tries desperately to quell the dark,
But shadows always follow light,
You can bathe in it all you want,
Wallow in your sky,
But always a shadow follows,
Always dark will find you,
So what will be the point?
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
