To my Green
When I thought of you,
Poetry flowed out of me;
The world became a much better place-
The grass a little greener,
Everything a little sweeter.
But now I think of you,
And there's a void I can't quite fill.
The world becomes a darker place;
The stars a little duller,
The flowers a little sadder.
The words no longer string themselves into poems,
The wound just deepens itself.
I still miss you.
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World From Another Angle (A collection Of Poems)
Poetry"Don't forget- no one sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell." -Charles de Lint Everyone sees the world from their own angl...
