One look up
One slow look down
I see a reflection of something that's burning dark now
I look up
I remember why life is rough
The next thing I hear is the hoots of the wise old owl
I try to make a run
But there's a surprise in front
The one and only thing that made my life rough
One look up
I start crying
Remembering my attempts, my tryings
I still see the reflection of something burning dark
It's the black stars
I close my eyes
Pretending my rough life isn't in front
As cool as a cucumber
I try to start a rumble
Im out
If you don't know one punch can do much
Laying there saying where?
Where might I find somewhere
Where there's not this kind of life
Wherever you look there are always
Black stars
Burning
Dark
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Hope you liked it...sorta...yeah
Thanks for reading.
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BLACK IS POETIC
PoetryA book of poems of mine. I'll write them when I'm bored or just feel the inspiration so some might be awesome some not...so good...yeah But anyways this will be nice. You can enjoy my inner thoughts...well how messed up they are!
