I know what a heartbreak is; It is not the actual destruction of a heart, But the loss of something that constitutes the beat; The rhythym is perturbed, the mind is shaken,

The lamb, a childhood consort, has lied to me She's sung songs that she cannot claim She's sung of blue rivers, of green leas Of bright suns and pleasant rain The lamb, she's told me stories

Just wrote the words that came to mind

Just wrote the words that came to mind

I open my eyes And look up in the skies. To see what is there, cumulous clouds. When I see those clouds, they’re always round. And when I walk further, They’re always closer.

its about a girl.

Another poem from my writing camp class. To the cabinets! No snacks I see. The clock is ticking; I've got places to be!

Poems I wrote for writing camp, mostly centering around a war and the yesterday, today, tomorrow theme.