(Tw: mentions of shooting)
Like how blossoms bloom,
The wind sweeps away like a broom.
The leaves fall down,
As we spot a woman in a gown.
Her hair so smooth,
She moves with a groove.
Her white dress so flowy,
The light around her so glowy.
The petals spin,
Smelling like gin.
This love-
It feels like a bliss!
The trumpet blows,
As the saying goes-
"Squeak squeak squeeeeeak"
The rats run and hide,
As the girl in the dress survived.
*bang, bang, bang*
It went,
Until she heard that last one, she wept.
It was the end of the line,
Her curse, it went of just like a mine!
"Run, run, RUN!!"
She thought,
But it was too late for she had been shot.
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Poetryidk rly I'm just bored and decided to share my poems cuz sharing them with my friends only is just getting boring oh and since these ARE random poems, they actually are. most aren't related to eachother in any way so deal with it if none makes sense...
