The world we live in is like a maze.
Harder as we get deeper into it.
To find your way out you must think;
About how solutions will be.
Life is shady as you can see.
It's a dead rose floating on the sea.
Step by step I get more lost.
Then I might come a cross,
A crow laying on a branch.
Is it dead?
I should ask,
"Little crow on a branch are you dead at last?"
No answer I guess I'll see.
I poke it and it falls,
Like the rose to the sea.
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PuisiPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
