Dandelions getting picked
Thorns wrapped with delight
Kids with devil horns
Children with no Bible
Whispers spread
Wind calms the fire
Broken windows by a pinch of dust
Sunlight on rainy days
My soul is dead
Wrenched out emotions
Yet happy smiles
13 times a day
Little girls with pigtails
Army soldiers in hand
Rejected my society,
They are
They are
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
