Bad poetry makes me feel good

Listening to: The Girl from Ipemena

Currently drinking: Just drip :)

Sometimes I write terrible poetry.... and it makes me feel better, so here's a piece for ya'll

There is a meadow far below

Where the clouds roll as they roll as they roll

And who should ever seem to know

The weather which precedes the snow

The weather which will come and go

In the meadow far, far below

There sits a girl

With eyes, a doe

With flaxen hair and silver bow

She sits and stares as the clouds roll, as they roll

Down in the dewy drizzling drops

In the meadow far down below

She sings to me

Song soft and slow

With flaxen hair and silver bow

And timid smile I seem to know

Singing, growing colder as we go

As the song lilts and rolls as it rolls as it rolls

In the meadow so far below

Pregnant clouds laden with snow

Roll as they roll as they roll as they roll

Above the girl

With flaxen hair and silver bow

Who sang so sweetly

Song soft and slow

In the meadow, the meadow below

The drops of dew all seem to know

Of the clouds laden heavily with snow

And the girl with flaxen hair and silver bow

Clinging to closed lashes

Twinkling and saying

I told you so

Down in the meadow far below