Look at all of the beautiful people
Sitting outside the breach of existence
Shines to a better sex than just a violet blue mountain.
Indian summer , while the spirits entertains the shelves of a human being.
Look at this
Look at this
A miracle of change
A modest point of view
While you give your favorite liability
Because everyone has relied on someone once in their lives
And my ember heart , turns grey everytime I see a dead soul
I gotta try harder , but think smarter
Shadows have lots of fun with this
And most find the ends to justify a meaning for something other than depression
With that being said.
Mother
Show me what it's like to romanticize life
Yes, I know it's all up to me
But to me it's always been a downfall
But I still shine the best way possible
Because maximizes my worth overshadows the rejection I give my wounds.
And there's nothing more sweet than Staying alive and gold
Now can you hear me? Ponyboy?
Have your brothers embraced you finally?
I guess so , because my ember heart has risen.
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WALLS
PoetryA hiatus at best , but nevertheless. A non-fictional poetic story about betrayal , Mental illness , Racial profiling , and identity. These topics likes to be entertained by the masses , its not entertaining , it's real.
