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though the fields do sway
an' the sky be grey
my heart be moved
in the month of may.
not for an A
nor the day
not even ms. Du'fey
does my heart move in the month of may.
as a bath washes the filth
rain washes the pain
pain born of sadness
pain born of being alone.
sitting, listening, thinking and soaking
birds chirping and frogs croaking
damn ******** and drug toking
lives taken and girls choking.
hearts broken, lies spoken
love lost and children left
trivial pursuing and early death
this world is truely messed.
- Title: why?
- Artist: keife191
- Description: my first poem submit!!!
- Date: 11/22/2008
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- Devil_of_Dawn - 11/26/2008
- Omg. I try to make my poems sound like even if the world is screwed if you look closely enough you can always find something nice.... But I LOVE this poem.
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