Loud Laura laughs like a loon.
Car ceasing chuckles.
Screams spill splashing up the streets.
Film from the front.
Watch through a wretched wrinkled screen.
Giving ghosts glamour on TV.
Eyes elapse earning a cry.
Joking Jack grasps at the lies.
Drove deep past the darkened days despair.
Girl is gone, grief is now in the air.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
