That Familiar Sound...
It's almost like
a small child's fingers
pulling open the wrapper
covering something sweet
Like a small
bird spreading it's wings
gliding for the first time
through freedom.
Like a warm morning
after a very
bitterly cold night
amongst many more to come.
The sound of a tree's
whisper carrying around
the world
to the fatherest of ears.
Almost as tender
as the soft touch
of lips against a wounded soul
and a shattered heart.
Like the way a lie
spreads through your veins
leaving space to
except or forget.
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Life Written Poems
PoetryThis is going to be a ginormous collection of poems by me XD some of them are really old, some of them are varied from genres, i write poems for any type of crowd, and if i have something on the tip of my tongue, i write it down, type it up, and put...
