Sonnet № 40727
April Showers
Touch the sky and bring it down
Caress it as your child
Be barren no more!
Her eyes, pure blue, towards nature's mound
Hanging above the the smile
From her face the tears pour!
So young and helpless, still fearing the world
She lets the traffic pass
and waits alone!
Her body trembles, an open door?
All attend a mass
Each in hand, a stone....
Empty space, Her beauty bruised
Innocence fade, emotions used
6 comments
miserably may i add.
watch
Look at me a fucking hack
a steaming mound of poo
i can't see or turn back
because i'm sniffing glue
and i know i'm absurd
for dicking with the pope
it's just the way i praise the word
when i can barely cope
with the shit i read all day
how can one survive
i need a whip to properly flay
i hate being alive
Can you fucking blame me?
You were serving cold tea.
blue laws in california?
wtf
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