Shadows.
Are they really
What they seem?
An absence of light,
Or so much more?
A reflection of another dimension
You, delayed by
A second?
Or the essence of
Bad deeds,
Piling up more and more,
Making your shadow
Longer,
And then washes away
With the night.
Or is it simply
Absence of light,
Like it seems?
People are like shadows;
There is know way if telling
If they are what they seem.
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I'm kind of sick right now, and a just took Ny-quil so this probably makes no sense.... Oh, well.
Voote comment and eat rainbows....
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Peaceful Disaster
PoetryLife is crazy, beautiful, and horrible, all at the same time. Here are some poems to prove it. Updates every week.
