the warmth of the summer wind,
the comfort of what the spring would like to send,
dashing through the air,
all without a simple care,
while ones care all about getting a tan,
i am proving that i can be a true man,
when people are staring at their phone,
i am calmly watching from the window of my home,
look at those graceful petals,
from flowers in the fresh meadows,
the kind everyone uses as their wallpaper,
the kind i use as i picture i will soon staple,
on my walls of art.
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Don't You Get It? ✅
Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
