Something feels wrong,
It's so mysterious,
I feel so at peace,
Nothing too serious.
I feel fragile, not too dead,
My tears, they're all gone,
The words are just a whisper,
My heart no longer feel as heavy as lead.
I can breath fresh air,
And not feel so guilty,
Can finally look at the world,
And say yes, I belong somewhere.
Closing my eyes,
Letting the breeze carry me,
No longer having to cry out,
Telling you to set me free.
It's now alright and okay,
I fell out of it,
Until I awoke from my dream,
Great, yet again I was delusional,
I look out my window,
The sea outside,
It's like a mirror of human kind,
It's deep, some of us say it's nothing special.
Under all that water,
If you put on that goggles,
You'll finally find the treasure,
You were always meant to see.
If we, human species,
Finally look really deep,
We can just find,
What we were supposed to be.
Comfort the person,
Tell them it's okay to cry,
They'll spill over, like a flood of water,
Leaving themselves vulnerable.
Find your key,
Pull the plug,
Look in the mirror,
Don't let that reflection fade away.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoesíaThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
