It's getting so cold.
Yet I feel so bold.
It's getting so dark.
This is like a walk in the park.
It's getting so black.
I'm never coming back.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
