Gone somewhere
Gone away
Gone.
Suddenly
I'm an employee
There
Where your wills
Lie
I'm a worker
A lover
A storybook divine
I'm written across your intentions
Without a once of tears left
Oh, what a waste of time
They whisper about us
While they drink their wine
Sipping on white lies
And smiling about their lives
We clasp together like a necklace
They will never understand
A necklace
They will never buy
With their money stained hands
We are messy
And like to undress
We are helpless
When we rest
I like to think
We have it all
The love they wish they had
And never will suppress
We are complicated
But at least
We are free
To love in our
Endeavors
Free to be
Somthing
Maybe even better
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Snowflakes in Spring
Poetry𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸�...
