Days as bright as the future that lies ahead,
Fields as green as an all-year tree,
Unicorns prancing like cheerful, carefree creatures.
In a perfect life,
That is what it would look like.
Finding love
On one of those bright days,
In one of those green fields,
With several of those prancing unicorns.
But unicorns do not exist,
As they are simply a myth,
Just like love.
So I don't believe
In such fantasies,
In such fairytales.
Not anymore,
For on one particularly dark day,
In a field of dead grass,
Someone shot my pet unicorn,
And I lost all faith.
***
My friends are worried I'm returning to my emo phase.
What they don't know is that I never left that phase.
8/31/2017
P.S.
Unless this is a lowkey way of saying my friends are all dead unicorns, then this isn't the buddy poem. Whoops.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
