1.
In the darkness of my mind
Smell the brokenness
I don't want to deal with this
But on day all this will be worth it.
2.
In the forest of my mind
Listen to the cold
The sun sets beautifully
Some day the world as we know it will all be gone.
A/N: yes, they are supposed to suck, if the title didn't tell you that much. These are some things we do in my creative writing class. I'll probably be putting some sonnets up soon, so maybe you have something to look forward to after all these "rotten" things.
