When I was there,
You didn't care.
And then I go and see,
The other people that could be.
Your loud, ruthless words fill the voids in my ears,
They affect your neighbours, family and your peers.
I saved you by the pure , fresh air the world could bring,
Instead you make it worse, and pollute the shifts of me by spring.
The wisp, the breeze , swift through the air,
Your disgusting toxic is hard enough to bear.
That's right , people need me to live,
Since you're jealous all you do is take, never give.
YOU ARE READING
Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017
