Who is out there?
All I can see is black.
Why am I here?
Who will ever know?
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the only one that no's why things happens when they do is god but sometimes yuu do ask yurself these questions, i find miiself asking them alot ahhah lol sissy mii names in ya poem
A powerful little poem you have here Maddy. I like it a lot. maybe some other flower besides a rose could carry the same information. The rose is so overworked these days that now it is even lost in the dark. It's is an unintended funny, I think. A poet friend// RH Peat