Sweet dreams were broken
When I look upon the sky
Hateful words spoken
I thought to say my good byes
Down the hole I went
Where darkness was the only light
The frown I resent
The bright day barely in sight
Deep in my sad mind
Where I laid down on the grass
Where I try to find
Whatever an truly last
I look to the sky
Where darkening gray clouds come in
The rain starts to fly
Down upon my weathered skin
Then I close my eyes
And let the dark enclose me
Now there's softened cries
As I die by the green tree
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
