Everything we touch turns to stone
Dead is the light that shone
We live our lives full of greed
To finish the wrongful deed
So evil are we
That we cannot see
We take control
And play the main role
In the destruction
And speedy reduction
Of our own home
It leaves us cold and alone
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Poems Of My Emotions
PoetryAs the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just...
