Wind blows in July
My eyes fixated in the sky
Watery eye's now dry
Can no longer cry
I just want to die
That I can't lie
nor deny
But first I need to say goodbye
To the ones i love
I hope they won't hate me for my decision because they know I don't have a heart that of a dove...pure
I know it will hurt
at first
Like there souls have been burnt
But the pain will fade
To grey
If they just pray
There hearts will be mended
In the end
And I will be forgotten.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
