Would it be so wrong?
If we actually got along?
Instead of trading hateful glares,
or acting like players.
In this game, we call "life",
but it should really be called strife.
Nobody cares.
Its all about who has the most shares.
Why can't we trust our heart?
It seems we're just uncaring art.
Circles and squares,
as freighting as bears.
Would it be so bad?
If we didn't make each other sad,
but took the time.
To make a rhyme,
and wipe the shadows clean.
Wouldn't then all the bird's voice their song.
For a bright new day to shine.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
