I see yellow flowers on green grass.
Lights and late night slumbers,
common in a mass,
spreading and spreading in great numbers,
and I am too preoccupied to run, run, run.
Wistful winds wallow with a whoosh.
Gazing grasses grow gratefully,
as voices come and go in a swoosh.
The end- near to touch me willingly,
and I run, run, run.
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By: Diamondcookie8223
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
