its amazing how,
two things,
so different,
can love each-other so much.
what is the world trying to tell me,
and why wont i listen?
why do clouds exist,
why do flowers exist,
why do i exist?
when multiple people,
tell you what is right,
and what is wrong,
you start to believe neither.
eyelashes like feathers,
lips like velvet,
you were too perfect.
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Spiders and Mosquitoes.
PoetryA bunch of either super depressing poems, or super happy poems, or both.
