When the leaves stopped growing,
And the birds stopped singing
Will you come and sing a lullaby?
To fuel thy hopes and not to die
What are the odds that you'll see,
Shattered being screaming in agony
They say, looks can be deceiving,
Black and blue beating.
Demise might just be a good idea.
Blind but not the disease.
I am not at ease.
Bring the blades and ropes will ya?
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Summer Solstice and other poems
PoesiaImagination has no limit, fall in love secretly. A collection of poetries about love, life, mental health, happiness and imagination.
