Posting my poem here because I still have not recieved premission to become a writer
Either way enjoy. It is a bit dark but well, life is dark in all fairness. Mmm It is rough but well all in good time
A Scarecrow Is Hanging Off a Tree Branch,
He Wanders Where His Heart Went,
He stares into the star light,
In hope to see the figure of a girl;
Merge into the dark night.
His rags bleed of roses,
Scarf of water covered his neck;
A black hole which sucked up his life appeared
In the middle of the vortex that used to be his brain
Where the cork what blocked that was missing,
That cork was a phrase in the past that,
Reminded him of the days when
He could reach for the stars
With the power of love influencing his night life.
A girl of beauty, amazement and grace.
With stunning eyes, and a beautiful face
She walks fluently,
Eloquent, with beauty that knows no phrase
To describe the encompassing ways. That her beauty lies within.
What happened to the scarecrow is a mystery of many
He struggled till he had enough
Decided to end his life with one shot
Knowing that a girl of beauty will never love him back,
He will remain dead to her and to his life.
Written by- Hellzdoms