Song
It was a complicated season
One of my favorites
When wearing jackets
was still a thing
The breeze was so perplexed
Unaware of what was descending
You had your black-bad-boy
leather jacket on
That did nothing but swooned
my mind away to the Amazon
Trying to enter Daggers' garden
but it was locked,
There was reconstruction
On its upper north side
Us going in would mean suicide
Spying on the workers,
on their come's n go's
Wondering when we would barge in
Or climb the almost endless fence
With almost zero sense
Then fighting to break the lock
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoesiaTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
