With skies of purple
A roman smiles as he's fed.
A lion's pride is shown to him.
And sands of green
The moss grows towards the ocean
Emotion washes over my thorns
Let me be envious of the royalties
That I cannot reach to obtain.
Sinking, I breathe
Carbon dioxide
For the things I wish
And want
That of which I already have.
Life.
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Veins In My Other Form
PoetryThis book is a collection of moment poetry, things that pop in my head. I don't backspace unless its a typo. Please enjoy..
