I love the smell of roses
Trimmed and dead in a bouquet
I hate the dark and stormy clouds
With sounds of rain calming each beat
I love the whisper of music
Filtering through headphones, distracting but sweet
I hate the sound of my voice
While others ask to hear my laugh again
I love the views of nature
Bugs crawling over skin with every picture
I hate crawling out of bed
The day ahead one would regret if missed
I love the smell of a freshly printed book
That trees were murdered to create
I hate driving long distances
Where laughter and bonding frequents
I love the little things
Even with the big needing attention
I hate being alone with my thoughts
Despite having those to confide in
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Heart & Soul Poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
