I am like a willow of the whisps
Hiss hiss hiss
I seem bright
Cheery
Hopeful
But if you hang around me and follow
Hollow hollow hollow
me to the source
Hoarse hoarse hoarse
You might find something quiet nasty
Trance trance trance
I'm twisted
Mangled
Dying.
I am dangerous
If you follow me you'll find
I'll just end up leading you to something awful as me.
That's ok
Faery faery faery
You'll get board of me
Leave me
Before I can get you to the source
There you can find
What's wrong with me.
I may even grant you a wish.
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Life in Poetry...
PoetrySo if you are reading this Im making a book of poems. dont copy and paste any of this- thank you
