Drifting within a tear tainted sea,
Often I think of thee,
Despite the water being ill with lament,
Mental paradises with you have my consent,
The sick substance swallows anything happy,
Except images of you that seem so sappy,
Mind and body laden with pain,
You make it easier, not in vain,
My glowing savior risen,
Freeing me from my frigid prison.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PuisiThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
