Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.
She gives her heart a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The heart is dull, empty and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then, she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
Hazy forest
A huge, solid snake slithers
betrayed by the grass
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Crippling depression
Is not good for you
Even though you think depression is good
The crippling makes it not very good
Jake searches up crippling depression
But then he finds that he is depression
You may think that this poem is bad
You probably wont live to see another day
So just be happy, and don't be sad
Go follow @devenpawarr on instagram to remove your possible symptoms of crippling depression
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
It turned green with envy
when it saw that people
didn't need it to be happy.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC