good evening my darling sun off you go to the place you call home slip into the bed you made and thank your lucky stars for another day storms march across your horizons winds howl and slash away
wish wish there was a staircase to the sky made of clouds and roses wish that i could fly and my wings would carry me high wish that all the wars would end wish that cancer would get cancer and die wish that i could turn my teardrops into...
It’s not often that my own work makes me cry. I was reading a couple of bios about people that get into drugs and bad relationships; this poem was born from that. There are people in this world without hope. Let’s all remember our own blessed lives because they...
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