Envy (A poem)

[A Former User]

Envy the way you wake up everyday,
Shuffling along a song, hit a chord.
You light up your skies, alit from a gray,
Until the big bass beat in mind strikes board.

You live off your days with my heart in hand,
The grass in your toes, the wind in your face.
I dream to meet you on sweet summer sand,
but I am lost outside of this strange place.

Envy that your soul can do a great good.
My hands are dipped crimson from what I’ve done;
Hide all my fears beneath a velvet hood,
I envy the rays from your golden sun.

You seem to hide from the people you meet,
I envy your friends, But I state “Defeat”.

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2nd poem

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I think making poem is your hobby, am i right? :)

[A Former User]

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble Not really.

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@RaeTaylor oh

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@RaeTaylor but wow that was once again actually good

[A Former User]

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble It’s written as a Shakespearean Sonnet.

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@RaeTaylor oh ok