Green leaves fall.
My favorite season of all,
the trees still stand tall
Just bare and empty, seems like your bedroom wall
Simply they answer winter's call.
We accept the changes we want to see.
It's comes in a time of glee.
An endless shopping spree,
walking, ice chips bruise her knee
No one can hear her plea
She's as calm as the sea.
Nothing is what it seems.
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I wrote a poem last week called Un cuerpo but for some reason it would not format the way I wanted it to. This poem has now replaced it as I debate whether or not I should post such a personal poem.
~ Have you ever been offended by someone?
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Sending you love
D.O.
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Our Summer : My Truth
PoetryI am broken And now that you see, what you've allowed to happen to me The evils you have forced into my existence Self-serving evils now defying you with such persistence You try to cover up your lies Dangling hope in front of my eyes ~~~ I wri...
