I've actually been writing a bit of poetry lately.
Nihilism
In the monochrome forest
I beheld your dark green frame
As if a shadow to break
Me from this tedious rain
With our hedgehog dilemma
The awkward hesitation
Our mutual self-hatred
Fought out by desperation
Call it my eighth grade syndrome
Or insane flights of fancy
Deep habits from my past
Have crept back and haunted me
Yet I wonder to myself
After leaving all I knew
Could I believe in God the
Way I believed in you?
And this second one is a sonnet I submitted to MALentine:
