Shoes caked and decorated by mud
And eyes gleaming with excitement
I seat myself with a soft thud-
And slide beneath the wood
Hearing them slowly count
Watching them from where they stood
I look back up but they are gone
The minutes pass by more than I can count-
The loud thud of the wood on which they walk on-
And screams of joy are heard by me
And I see them again, in a group so large
Saying how they had found everybody-
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
