This is the end
Of this poetry book
Don't worry there's another
You just have to look
The poetry I love
Can't be expressed
When bad ones are first
It doesn't explain the rest
So just look and see
To find more by me
This is goodbye
But you'll soon say hi
To the new book of poetry
Written by me
To a new book of poetry
So I'll let this be
Goodbye, goodbye
This is the end
Goodbye goodbye
I'll see you again
YOU ARE READING
The Horror of a Flower
PoetryPoems They're not meant to be understood, but they all have a meaning. You have to figure it out.
