The days are good
the nights are sad
the wind smells of snow
colored doodles across my hand
the ache for something I've never known
the geese scream at me as I pass
the trees are bare and beautiful
life moves on and on and on
I think I'm ready to go home
AN: I don't even know what this poem is about. Just random snippets of my life, I guess.
The best kind of laughter is laughing when you really need it. When your day's been crap and someone says something that catches you off guard and you laugh until your stomach aches and your eyes water.
Yeah. That's pretty good.
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
