While doves cry,
and the world ends,
and the falling sky,
has been condemned.
When the birds pass by,
and lose their friends,
I'll sing you a lullaby,
And my hand I'll extend.
Pretend I'm the bad-guy,
so you won't commend,
Your side I'll occupy,
Until no longer I can defend.
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Poems and Word Vomit
PoetryJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
