This Way
Changes are made by hour.
The pieces shift, and realign.
As time and money tick away. When the cold winter air blows its way in.
Nothing will stay the same.
The birds will move south to warmer air.
The snow will fall in a pretty white sheet.
And you will blow away in the wind too.
I realize that I don't want it all this way.
Lets stop the pieces from moving,
Stop the hours of changes.
Just keep everything this way.
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365 Days (Poetry)
Poetry365 Days. There are 365 days in a year. That is 364 normal days, and the lucky 1 day, that is astounding. These are poems of MY 365 days, my life. However, this will not be 365 poems, because wattpad doesn't allow that... it will be 36 poems, and o...
