My orange triangles
My safety cones
On the sides of me in an angle
In there own little square
Going forward trying not to hit them
Though a few are on the ground
If I do it will bring mayhem
There's discord all around
One fallen triangle will bring them all falling
Yet, I don't hear a sound
And I will start excessively bawling
Cause most sounds drown
Start hearing all the name calling
And sink deep, deep down
My castle walls
Below my glass tank
Will look like they weren't there at all
Everyone looks so blank
The ones that kept me safe
Except for those who said I was a mistake
My orange triangles broken
Hence why my safety cone outbreak
How it actually happens will be unspoken
To keep away those who may start an earthquake
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Poems
PoesíaA bunch of poem by me that are odd. And making odd poems is my job. Anything with this (*) near it you must read. It's a warning sign for something in the chapter or for the next one. Also, I don't know how to do tags.
