
how i dread the long ass dreary
grey skies cold air midnight flurry
at least i have a nice warm bed
and hibernate like i am dead
songs of samsara

how i dread the long ass dreary
grey skies cold air midnight flurry
at least i have a nice warm bed
and hibernate like i am dead
Sometimes (I think) my poems are only deep to me cause nobody can understand what I’ve been through in life… but then again people may relate to some of it…. I don’t write for anyone but myself… it’s my therapy……. But it’s always nice if someone comes along and appreciates it…
This poem is pretty simple really… but with a twist…
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