Poems from Confessions_of_aggression
Sunshine streams the path.Long time coming, here we are.Pure hearts, this is peace.
Mudd and grass, soil grows.Underneath lavender leaves.Each season they love to spring.
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I’m slipping beneath.Agony today I wait.Midnight he wrote. Midnight.
Mystery my dear
That's all you may see
Some see a challenging view
Some see a hurting soul
Who were you?
Who will you be?
Cause mystery...
Fooled you, fooled you
Maybe even you
Congrats if not you
Lair, liar
My mouth was on fire
Telling puzzles no one could ever
Crack, even I...