Early morning,
fresh cut grass,
Mixed with the smell of dew.
Birds chirp,
as roosters crow,
The sky was bluest of blue.
Towards the east,
just over the hill,
The rising sun shined through.
Freshly grown,
bright green leaves,
Spreading heat for flowers to bloom.
In that moment,
standing there,
My thoughts went straight to you.
Looking out the window,
from your chair,
You replied,"I love you too!”
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THE UNFORGIVING ROLLERCOASTER
PoesiaA different variety of poems, in no certain order, that continues to grow, as does my life! Poetry has helped me throughout my entire life. All my life I have suffered with mental issues, abuse, depression, and more. But, once I found poetry, I foun...
