A damaged human,
often looked out to the window.
"It's just begging for sweets!"
Kids boasted in class,
shunned no spoken,
no one asked.
Autumn? Fall?
Winter I'd say,
6 months.
A more damaged human year by year,
'The trees are nice.'
I'd like to explore this.
From inside.
Boots shoved on, we're going walking.
It felt nice,
red cold cheeks,
with oranges falling.
But, something was wrong.
You could never fully appreciate it.
No house,
but there was forest fires.
The dragons scoffed, and flew away.
Winter now, can we truly appreciate it?
Monsters, all sizes and small.
One deviant,
Slender
Offender-man.
Say it three times,
Watch the spines stick out.
Crunch! Crunch!
He's here!
Can we stay at home?
Monsters after monsters,
but I still need an adventure.
Curled round you,
with hot chocolate.
Sure I let the man be,
but please let me show you a fun time,
it doesn't always have to be the mating process.
Even the outside,
I'll say no to that,
but your smirk changes everything.
Why must the humans of today be so, so bland?
Even if my mate, is a silent boomer?
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Roses, Riddles, and Poetry
PoetryWhatever I'm feeling, I sometimes talk in the language of Riddles. To only I understand, what the meaning is behind each sentence. Will just update this whenever, only making this to express myself.
