Laying in this field
I want my pain to yield
But it seems as if I
Will be the one who will cry
I want to fade into the dirt
Become one with the Earth
But my sorrow digs me up
My pain to which it hunts
My final chance to be happy
To fight like I'm scrappy
With a weapon, a knights horse
My smoky block of quartz
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My Heart And Soul For You
PoetryThese are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021
