Where should I go,
Or should I stay here?
Should I sail to far away lands,
Or just take a turn around the corner?
Where shall I stay,
Surely not here,
For here it hurts and burns,
And there it is a cool fresh grass.
Where is the grass truly greener?
Is it on my side or yours,
Am I not happy with where I am,
Or do I just want to explore?
Where will I die,
Will I die in their arms,
With the cool touch of his hand
Upon my burning forehead?
Where will I live,
For I love everyday,
Will I continue to live here,
Will I continue to live at all?
Wherever I am,
Wherever I go,
I don't want to leave them,
Not to be on my own.
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Shitty Poems
PoesiaI write crappy poems as rants, and I feel like sharing them so I'm gonna put them all here.
