The bird flies
The old dies
The girl will Smile
Yet the boys in denial
The sun goes
For when the moon glows
The baby sleeps
While the lonesome weeps
In this bittersweet world
Love may find a girl.
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The Collection
PoetryOkay so you see an artist's sketchbook and it can be full of random fun doodles or just scribbles. This is kind of like that. Except it's my poetry. And I don't know if there's a word for that but please do read and feel free to critisize as long...
