look at all that we've created!
look at the life we've made!
we cry out,
but the wildflowers frown at us,
and the trees turn away in sorrow.
the grass weep as they sway in the wind,
and the sun hides her eyes in horror.
so we shrug and walk away,
the world crumbling beneath our feet
as we wallow in poisonous pride.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
