Grim, Girl And Game Poem by Yohan Confectioner

Grim, Girl And Game



(Am I mad
Or
Am I sad,
Or
Am I both?

Its all in my growth.)

I look at you, then him,
And I see - my Grim.

But then as I play
In worlds apart,
The Grim makes my day
And depression departs.

Thursday, September 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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