The cool dry air, it's everywhere
the mist in our hair, we feel bare.
We dare to face another challenge,
we scavenge through the world.
We get curled up with life,
we forget what we applied for.
The more we store,
the more we ignore.
The light at the end of the tunnel,
the double trouble we end up in.
The time I've been within,
my skin feels alive.
You drive towards him,
thriving for the grim.
Diving in the deep end,
you suspend your time.
The prime crime-
we climb to succeed.
Indeed there is no greed,
yet- why do we feel the need to sleep?
Keep the innocent magnificent,
for they are vigilant yet difficult.
The sun so bright,
it feels so right.
In the night sky,
I feel so high I could almost touch the stars.
The scars are bizarre,
yet you cannot see them.
They condemn the realm,
overwhelm takes over.
The clover drove her wild for more,
piled with style she smiled.
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Poems by me
PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
