Hello the one that is listening
Even in a cold, windy day
Lovely day isn't it?
Loudly I asked
Over this wind that is everywhereDrowns out the lies and the false hope
Everyone gives me
And you give me real hope
Thank you for taking my life away
How where you only thought up as bad?(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
This was horrible. :~€... What did I write.
YOU ARE READING
Dry tears'poems
PoetryThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...