In a forest of graves with nothing to wear
I feel like a nudist
With only dirt and leaves to cover me up
I cover myself with them
Till I'm six feet under ground
And I place a crown of stone with my name
With my date of birth
With my date of death
right on top of my patch of dirt
Which coincidentally,
Is the same date
Trees make way
Light shines down
On my crown in this dark forest
For I have now become the queen of this graveyard
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
ŞiirI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
