The bloody thorns that grew,
Midst the beautiful, rose valleys,
The hopeless pain that brewed,
With every holy tide, it carries,
I never told anyone,
Of the darkness beneath the smile,
How the setting sun,
Called sacred spirits from exile,
God, they tried to help me,
But, somehow the darkness seemed alright,
The ones who really knew me,
Ghosted me, crippling with hindsight
What I really needed,
Were the ones I love,
And when I got them,
Everything seemed back alright...
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My first poem, hope you like this :) This is about a boy who is struggling with drug addiction and everyone including his family has lost hope in him. But all he needs is a little love and attention.
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Paper Planes
PoetrySometimes you know something's right and you go for it! But some other times, you know it is wrong, you know are being tricked, you know are going to be heartbroken but you still go for it... This book is a compilation of various emotions you go thr...
