Like the berries growing on the bushes next door.
Do you remember when we used to steal them?
When you plucked them too fast and stained your hands and the floor?
Gosh you'd make our neighbours so mad.
Yet they tasted amazing! We both agreed with that.
So staining our tops didn't matter
And nor did aggravating their cat.
Our parents could never get out those stains.
Those plump berries created wonderful, careless days.
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The power of emotions
PoetryThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
