Thank You
When I wanted to give up
And drown in my sorrow
You were right there, cracking jokes
And giving me tomorrow.
I know that I completely mess up
When I try to bring up your hopes.
But somehow my terrible attempts
Give you back your ropes.
The pranker whimsical hipsters.
Our title is well-known.
But we both know that we're fake
And that we're both trying to be a clone.
Though you've never said a letter
You always there for me.
Thank you, God thank you!
Your help has sent me free.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
