Giver
Pluck one out,
No one can live without.
Warm and bright,
Just like light.
Tingly and sweet,
It makes one feel so complete.
Hand it out,
Everyone can't help but scout.
Give it all away,
They don't even stay.
Now I'm all gone,
And they move on.
We trade and trade,
Their words are a hidden blade.
Good for bad bad for good,
There I stood.
Waiting for something nice,
All I got was ice.
Cold and sharp,
Covered in a tarp.
A tarp of falsity,
Absolutely no generosity.
No kindness or compassion,
Are those out of fashion.
They demand to make amends,
They aren't my friends.
But here I stand,
I can't seem to understand.
This is bad for me,
That I can agree.
What shall we do,
That I know not the answer to.
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My Twenty Poems
PoetryHere I shall write my thoughts and feelings and ideas in strange poems. Get ready for a bumpy ride, because this will go all over. Quick warning, this is covering some serious and non-serious topics so please take risk. ☆~Completed~☆
