some fella tells me sad poetry is not cool, ok here then?

M

mtheoryrules

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the wind tickles the leaves
as a tree sighs a creaking heave

green translucent finger tips filter light
that glory hung that hides at night

yawning lazy with deep the blue
as carefree fluff competes for view

cool shade and bladed comfort inspires
birds sing delight at what each admires

that summer dance on the familiar face
where nothing seems to be at hurried pace
yes but it is not in any particular rush
that piss
 
I like the raw
you its a draw

see it can be boring
rhyming like storing

lease no more
in yawning at the floor

where are you
mthetheoryrules wheres your hue

stop it
better flow your own usual fit

lol
be your original
self!
 
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