This isn't the story that ends where it should
He decided one night that this just would not do
He needed to know now to know it was true
But the walls that he faced shot up higher than Everest
and he knew that his journey would not be the pleasantest
Pulling his cloak much closer he breathed out a sigh
breathing in all the sadness he began to cry
he didn't cry out of sadness, didn't cry out of pain
happy and sad had become one and the same.
As he looked to the heavens he cried without sound
he closed his eyes and let the water fall to the ground
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Letters To No One
PoetryJust a random assortment of stuff I write. I would like to write once a day but it's doesn't always come at once. But I'll always be back with something good. Leaving comments and messaging is welcomed and encouraged, I always love talking to new p...
