I sing the lonely, happy song
To keep the tears from falling.
I keep my head high and hopes low-
In fear for a destined calling.
And adverting your gaze to the skies, I'll do.
For sure, I have reason.
To hide the tears, my awful tears, that sit there in my eyes.
So happy birthday, for the fourteenth year.
A awful set of days.
For nothing, since the beginning, will frightfully ever change.
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Yet again, a miserable birthday.
Nothing new.
But still, not anything exciting.
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Poetry
PoetryTitle says it all! But some additional information is : • Each poem is labeled with something - each poem with something I think may be disturbing to viewers is warned about. • Will contain vents, nature poems, rants, inspiration, and more! • I'm...
