Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Haiku Stories

Birds Lift A Burden
Too Heavy To Bear Myself
Even The Small Birds Help

(That's too many syllables, dumb dumb! -ed) 

A Crow On the Ground
In My Hands It Starts To Move
Not Scared, Unlike Mom

None Die Forever                          
But I've Died A Thousand Deaths
Still Not Used To It

How Can I Tell You
You Felt What We Had
You Slept With a Random Guy
I Never Got Over You

(I don't think you understand syllables. -ed.) 

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