Oh how cruel,
The world that molds us
Molds us
Oh how gruesome,
The overlooked
Are overlooked
Oh how disastrous,
The wishful roses
Never rose.
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poetry of a pitiful 'poet'
PoetryA collection of poems i've written while being partially asleep and/or on the bus to school. Eng/Ger
Cruelty
Oh how cruel,
The world that molds us
Molds us
Oh how gruesome,
The overlooked
Are overlooked
Oh how disastrous,
The wishful roses
Never rose.
