Are we really growing older
Or are our bodies
Getting colder
I mean that most
dont seem to learn
whilst their vessels
Sure do turn
Shes seen a thousand birthdays
Lived through them like a soldier
Claims to be the wise man oz
Perhaps I should have told her
this woman oh so wise
that bodies love to burn
But then they have to heal from this
unswallowed by the urn
Only then should we grow colder
Get older
If only
I could mold her
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A Vacation to Hell
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me and inspired by my hellish life. There are hidden meanings in these, if your bored see if you can find them! Enjoy?¿ (Extra Terrestrial is my favorite)
