If you look close enough you can see an infinite oasis full of clouds
You can lay down on the grass and look up
When the tears fall like a gloomy Monday morning drizzle, you still have that oasis of clouds
When those hands are touching your frail skin, you can think about that oasis of clouds instead
When those rough fists are beating down on you, you can see that oasis of clouds before the black spots take over
Before succumbing to the darkness,
You can see that oasis of clouds
In The Sky
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Into The Rabbit Hole, We Go
PoesíaI write to make people feel things. If you ever feel down (or if reading one of my stories makes you feel down) well I don't know what else to say. I've always wanted to publish my short stories and free verse poems. I really don't want to become a...
