The world was dark, but the light you guided me with was dim. But nonetheless a light. You had the light. You couldn't tell me about the oncoming rocks. You would go your own way, but whenever I tried to lead, you would trip on a one of the rocks I had previously fell over. But of course I pick you up. Only for you to push be back down in the water and take the light from me.
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Mind Poems
PoetryThis is a growing collection of poems I write myself. I encourage anyone to critique and give me ways to improve. A special friend convinced me to publish them. The poems contents are my thoughts at the time of writing. Even if there isn't such thin...
