Bones lay beneath,
souls lay within:
they are shadows
of our past.
Moss covered
and grime slicked,
the names fade away
from the forgotten people.
The goodbyes are gone
and there's never a
hello,
but they are still there, waiting.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PuisiPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
