'Come on, dear'
And she held out her hand
I took it and followed
We ran through grass happily
The worries that come with life just slipped away
And it felt like heaven
Until we stopped
At a ravine
She let go of my hand
And placed herself behind me
'Go on, sweetie, there are stairs that they made'
I leaned down to look
And she pushed me off.
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𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥
Poetrypoems from within. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ Note: my poem styles vary a lot, so some may rhyme and others no. Feel free to skip those you don't like. The poems aren't sequels to each other. There might be spoken word and such. Some poems a...
