I've lain down
white
coated
pebbles
for
more
than
a
while
disguised
I
waited
for
so
long
I have
been
less careful
on
purpose
for
so
many
I
raged anger
and
cried sad
and numbed
disappointment
for
ever
I
have
been
laying
down
white
pebbles
for
so
long,
I
for
got
to
look
for
yours.
Please
never
for
give
me.
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Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
