This one is... interesting
I am a vase
In the corner of a room
Empty; forgotten
And gathering up dust
There are vases
Filling up the rest of the room
They're brimming with flowers
Looking lively and beautiful
Week after week
The vases get refilled
Each bouquet of flowers
More lovely than the last
Is my turn coming soon?
Will there come a day
That I'll be dusted
And presented to everyone?
Is there a bouquet of flowers
That is meant for me?
Or will I stay in this corner
Left for rust?
"Sweet little baby in a world full of pain..."
-The Neighbourhood
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A Poetry Book
PoetryHere is a collection of my poems that I have written. They aren't all focused on one specific subject, but rather they're poems I wrote to express certain emotions I was feeling at the time of writing them. Hopefully you all enjoy reading these poem...
