Once upon a time
There was a boy
He brought great joy.
His smile and laugh,
the definition of happiness.
Days passed by,
The boy wanted to fly.
He wanted to travel,
in search of a new song.
Never could he find a song.
A song with infinite happiness.
I could see his eyes.
His eyes, so alive.
But they reflected death.
Days he smiled with a mask.
Happiness in a flask.
He could fool many...
But never could he fool the girl.
*i never finished this poem*
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Poems from the Dead
PoetryThis book is filled with all the poems my dead soul wrote when I didn't have Jesus. I felt the need to share these because I know what it's like to feel lost and confused. But I also know what forgiveness feels like and I've seen how God can change...
