In a field of nothing but grass, popped a beautiful daisy
but the grass slowly suffocated the daisy because it didn't belong
so the daisy went to Marcus, the man with illegal shit
and bought itself a nice large shotgun with a thousand rounds
And carried it back to the field, and shot the fuck out of the grass
till the field was no longer green but a bright crimson red
... because the grass is a metaphor for people and they bleed red...
YOU ARE READING
Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
