Poems from beautiful.disaster
Morning breaks and mourning begins,
this is a day we dread.
Dragging ourselves from place to place,
wishing were still in bed.
Mummified...
that day emotions
grew
a pretty face
frowned
at the thought of
loss
but that day still went
on.
I remember back when our cares were so worry free,
And when any fear or sadness would just float past,
You and I would hurry by,
And make...
A blissful creature dwells evidently,
For good,
Hoping its jealous killer's lost mind never opens portals,
Quietly, reveling sufficient...