Somewhere out there
Deep in the Void
There lives a lonely ocean
Thinking,
How good it must be
To be given some attention
Somewhere, out there
Lives a mob
Just waiting to be seen
Sitting in the vast expanse of
The yellow dunes
He wished
He could finally
Be seen
Sitting at the edge of sand
He gazes at the sea
The dark void
stares back, a
Mystery
He wondered when will he
See the skies and the sun
He waited
For the player to come
And lead him to the world
Opposite
His End, the Overworld
Eating the
Purple Chorus,
Is what he have been
Doing since the start of time
It's getting boring
The sand beneath his feet
Is terribly underwhelming
But the Void
Seems to be able
To speak to him
But he is very lonely,
With no friends nor mercies
He wondered
When will his time come
To see the sea?
He wished that he will see
The sun and the skies
As he waited
For the player
To come.
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
