Well i grew up in group homes and foster care and what not.. i look at the world/earth alot differently than others. that is good and bad. but anyways i love writing poetry. and yeah. that is why i am on this website. |
You hide it when it is bare to the eye
But mysteries from a cold heart lie...
Eyes off in the distance, No expression on my face
Lost in the air, no regret to replace...
No words can describe how I turly feel
All I know is my fake is experencing real...
I can't image, I can't define
Is it all in my wondrous mind...
He laid down, he ached for rest
He had confusion, and was overwhelmed with stress...
"Your so fake you dont believe its real." |
Without death.. theres no life. |