Black tears stream down my blank cheeks.
I feel weakness, a buckling at the knees.
Our lost society wanders and seeks,
Happiness through material ease.
Who are you to lay down this foundation?
You ask the stars to bow down to you.
Who are you to divide this nation?
You ask the moon to praise you.
You want all shapes and sizes
To fall asleep under a small willow tree.
You want me to be one of your prizes,
But in order to do so, I can’t be me.
As I leave my values behind,
As I leave my passions behind,
I follow you, trailing behind,
I just had a thought, never mind.
You and I 
Are you the next Baudelaire?! I love your poem and I hope you write more of them, go check my blog 🙂
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You are so sweet! ❤ I don't think I am the next Baudelaire. Maybe, I'll write some more if you enjoy them 😉
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Wow ! I totally agree with this part of your powerful poem : “Our lost society wanders and seeks, Happiness through material ease.” As Beatrice said, you are maybe the next Baudelaire !
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Your poem is so beautiful and very powerful ! You are very good at writing poems! It goes smoothly and nicely.
Good job! 😀
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