I read myself through
The morning haze
With weary bones
And cloudy daze
Then the afternoon
Passed me by
In my journal wrote
"Let me cry"
But the sun fell
In great orange colors
And in my soul laid
The warmth of 21 summers
Soon after the celestial sparkles
Filled my eyes full
Sitting with my heavy eyes
I knew I was a fool
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
I read myself through
The morning haze
With weary bones
And cloudy daze
Then the afternoon
Passed me by
In my journal wrote
"Let me cry"
But the sun fell
In great orange colors
And in my soul laid
The warmth of 21 summers
Soon after the celestial sparkles
Filled my eyes full
Sitting with my heavy eyes
I knew I was a fool
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