sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
Restrain the roaring voices
to prevent the foreseeable fights
filled with rage and hatred
that could permanently appall
the people of this world.
Lips must sculpt more smiles,
for strangers to see and
I come here to
express myself
semi-anonymously,
but freely
and happily.
My laptop is
bombarded with
tabs, one of which
is YWP.
Always.
I may not
write a poem
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