Tarry not on your way home
the way is wicked and the shadows come
Tarry not, my wayward child
the path is dark, the creatures wild
But if you hurry home to me
I will here your solace be
if you hear my melody
hurry home to me
hurry home to me
(A/N: I'm actually hoping to work this in to my story, so I figured it was appropriate to put it here. Very atypical; I rather dislike rhyming. Once upon a time I thought about doing more verses, but nope.)
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Crumpled Paper
PoetryCliche title? Maybe. It's just unorganized poems. Doesn't need anything fancier. Mostly very straightforward writes about mundane things. No mushy love poems, no dark broody poems. I write somewhere else so this is mostly gonna be an ease-of-refer...
